having read Stevens

It could be about skink and his blue sacrificial tail.

It could be about bliss of basking in sacred sun.

It could be about cat’s eyes marking prey.

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It could be about felinity of stillness.

It could be about claws pinning a wriggling lure.

It could be about one image or millions.

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I can see without eyes, frame by frame,

infinite loops of inimitable holograms:

The skink losing his tail ceaselessly and never at all.

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It’s not about skink, cat, deceit or stillness;

It’s all about me; only me, in the Realm of Thought.

It’s about me basking in the bliss of possibilities.