“I am I, and I wish I weren’t.”

Blinded

amid all creation

{the nonstop}

Cyclopsed

with finger

stuck

Octopi

everywhere

even,

in the third eye

*

For all attention

of detail-ed minutiae

Two feet in front

of us, the fog

**

It's not that I want

to tell the Future

something

or grab

the illustrious

knees

of God

I just wish

to see the lights

and fireflies

Not streaming

tears,

exploding

in the yard

***

Stranger danger

fades somewhat

when one

canst

look a looker

in the eye,

but maybe

that is why

it is wisdom

in this blind

strength

and sweat

having

a hand in

kerchief tied

****

I wipe our glasses,

press my lids,

like Aldous Huxley

and sigh