Waking with a burning throat
it’s the sun that changes
not the haze
a distinction worth
making? Who knows.
The sky bright opaque
some big eye’s sclera
and it doesnt blink
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Wonderful as always.
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Thank you, crow!
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I think you are the only person besides me who used the word “sclera” in a poem. Welcome to The Sclera Club! Lifetime benefits! No fees or dues! Just, the sclera thing. And we’ve done that. So. (I still like the club idea.)
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Where is my membership card? 🙂
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Wonderful. I love the vowel sounds in the line ‘The sky bright opaque’, especially the long ‘i’ assonance, leading into the ‘big eye’. Very effective 🙂
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Thank you!
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