The Eyes
Is there time behind the eyes?
Break the light through the iris’ core
Would cut in hoover an endless open door.
Should both sides of the pupil meet
Then there I will be, twain to one,
the Earth & Me.
Nature/Man, love that frees
in our time, as one, to gaze where God sees.
But as is now - Conjunctivitus
to the member of my sight,
thus the looking divide tis greatlly inflamed.
Hold in hot Misr’y by the window stained.
Light tis the only Doctor to
The Divided
There is no secular, and there is no christian.
All are peculiar phrasings of subjective diction.
titles and symbols: meaning to the finite,
yet what is, is as it is in the dark, in the light;
all beyond momentary pining by the mind’s might.
Simple charming descriptions to preserve
our confining worlds and stored reserves.
See the single man with his house on the mount?
down in the slums are his neighbors: many to count ;
Or, another man gives a cup of cold