There is a blankness that rests in your eyes
There are times when the eyes can’t see, when the mouth can’t speak.
There is a blankness in your eyes, and a solitude within
There are times when you look up
And all there is are Van Gogh swirls ~excerpt from poem
"Van Gogh Swirls,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 3.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss2/3