The sky split,
in both sound
and form.
Layers of concrete,
an unexpected oasis
dissolved.
The sheets were white,
crisp,
now rumpled.
(outside it rumbled)
A moment of decadence...
caught,
held in the forever-now.
Thunderstorms pass,
irises
soon forgotten.
I alone,
felt the storm.
Opia - n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.
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