Monday, September 20, 2010

119. The Yes Yet Made

          eyes


                         of a child’s eyes


                    filled with light
                    a broken marble


                                        glossy with tears


what light expands
& remains &
persists from


                              across the street at night


          ey)(es


                         through her glasses


                    a giant’s eyes through
                    her round windows


                                        the color of


& fitted with
windows of glass covered
with a piece of glass


                              & if broken would cut


          (e)y(e)s( )


                         shaped of almonds


                    maybe brown or
                    green or blue


                              & seeing


almost as if sentient
sentimental or of
the last sentence spoken


                                        & she makes no words with her


          e(yes


                              coated, vitreous, glassy


                    what we see
                    & never want to


                                        & thinking out past

where the eyes but
feel with fat fingers
& fail in dim light


                              in dimmest light


          eye)s


                         having a smooth shining surface


                    round as a world
                    spinning


                                        fast enough to see


thinnest words on
thinnest pages
in thinnest light


                              the taste of the scent of ripe pear


          e(ye)s


                         of the surface of a wound


                    dry to death
                    & loving blind


                                        weeping wound

the eyes see weeping
eye made of weeping
the sound of weeping


                              tender to the touch


          (eyes)


                         of the tongue gliding


                    over closed eyes
                    over eyelids closed open


                                        to the sense of


the tongue speaking
the tongue tasting
her sight


                              it is her vision for it all

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