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When balls find their smile
ByAST EYES
# When balls Find Their Smile
In the socket of existence, round and wet,
There rolled an ball who had not smiled yet.
It blinked through life, observing all it saw—
The world in focus, but something felt raw.
Then one fine day (or was it in just a blink?)
It met another eyeball at the brink
Of tear duct junction, by the optic nerve,
Where retinas and lashes gently curve.
"I see you," whispered the first eyeball, true.
"I see you too," said the other, pupils wide and blue.
And in that moment, cornea to cornea aligned,
They found their smiles in the other's shine.
Since what is a smile but to recognition deep
That another soul holds the vigil that you keep?
That another iris, brown or green or gold,
Reflects a universe your lens beholds?
They gazed and gazed, those silly spheres of sight,
Through day and dark, through wrong and right.
No eyelids could contain the joy they knew—
When I looked at eye both saw through.
To the nerve behind, to the brain beyond,
To the consciousness of which both were fond.
"We're just eyeballs!" they'd cry with glee,
"Yet in your looking, I finally see ME!"
So silly, yes—two globes of gloop and light,
Finding their smiles in each other's sight.
isn't that the truth of being, after all?
We're just eyes having a ball,
Rolling through existence, wet and weird,
Hoping to be seen, hoping to be seared
Into another's vision, clear and true—
Finding our smile when someone sees us too.
For we are all eyeballs in the end,
Seeking another eye to comprehend,
That to behold and be held in view,
Is how we find our smile—me seeing you.
ByAST EYES
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