*
I looked into the icon's eyes
but they looked to my right -- I could-
n't turn I couldn't take my own
eyes off those eyes but wondered did
he see his father behind me?
so could I if not face to face
still feel the presence of my own
creation in the icon's space?
The self was not the center of
this gold place -- but felt an assuage-
ment rise, a great weight taken off
these shoulders lifting like a bridge.
*
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