My eyes must close, they must.
Which is to say they desire to ever so
though it is morning and all the world spreads
itself green and blue before us my two eyesÂ
and me outside of this house perfectly poised
for viewing hoping to be observed loving
to see and be seen anticipating the inevitable
elucidation of its graceful self by me for Others. Â
And it will be delightful, that fact is
already known the viewing will be a delight.
But aware of all this and having hadÂ
my eye sockets lovingly licked and fussed
over by my black dog just earlier here
in my bed, in fact on this pillow, nonetheless
I can in all honesty say that these two eyesÂ
of mine want persistently perhaps I mightÂ
even say fervently to close to shutÂ
out the light and the glorious realÂ
world in favor of the gentle chaosÂ
of sleep and dreams.
