CAT’S EYE

The cat's iris landscape—
it is something to behold;
the jewel of the marble's sphere,
an extent the sockets barely enclose.
And sometimes welling from their corners
there spreads the atmosphere's shiny ooze,
while well below the hazy glass
the precious iris looms,

with blurbed ridges and bumps so otherworldly 
the mellow organic planet inveined 
harbors a so slightly shaded rise
to the central black hole's acclaim.
Then how might I fall to gaze here,
when the slit's not 'livening the whole,
in its Venus or Europa place here,
though the portal might expand and narrow.

Started while residing on McBride St. in Syracuse, NY, 1992, aged 24 or 25.