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  • My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.

    Frank O'Hara (1995). “The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara”, p.197, Univ of California Press