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Eye Rhythm

Sunday 16th January 2022
by Sophya Polevaya

Each day to me
you breath and move
a 'still' life
on canvas
pendu.

Your beat
measured in 2
and looped
a perpetual chaconne
until...
that flick
from
your heart
appearing
dances
courante.

Cascading arpeggios
triadic rain
jeté from a copper
auburn hourglasses
and then
repeating again
those cuivré curled shells
chord aurea
poised
and centred
amongst the sharp shards
of chiaroscuro.

This suite of
frissons
then silences
in between
choreography and
rhyme of the senses
you play
to me each day.

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Sophya Polevaya 2022