When the pupils of your eyes
Contract to the density of
Black holes,
The world and I sharpen up,
Assume the shape and contour
With the minutest precision.
When they dilate, the world
Gets out of focus, the universe
Spills over the edges,
And takes me adrift into a
Land with no boundaries,
Where my end is your beginning.
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