Behind it all, the shattered I,
Thousand eyes, one for each
Direction. Fan, swirl-miriad,
shards view, and still there's
shadow It's for this--
tune in the spirit radio of of
those electric eyes, abuzz a
crackle of current-seethe.
Now guan yin, now the
peacock of Juno, now
Chameron, now a head
full of snakes.
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