
wise eyes
watched the bees at Innisfree
ivy crept so languidly
sons of robins in a breeze
ever shifting Mysteries

wise eyes
watched the bees at Innisfree
ivy crept so languidly
sons of robins in a breeze
ever shifting Mysteries

the bulbs on the stalks that lead to our brains
are seeing things.
since they are things for seeing, why shouldn’t they?
they are light-admitting information gatherers, but
they are also display items and scanners.
blinkers? no,
the surrounding flesh does that.
perceivers? no,
the brain they feed does that.
cryers? no,
you do that.
so do i.
it is our souls’ instructions
that the lachrymal glands obey,
though there is often a tug-of-war, a struggle
between natures “better” and “base.”
some sights we have recorded
of heart-stoppingly striking moments
get replayed so many times
some glossive editing takes place.
the eyes
in thrall to the brain
never have it.
What is a lens? It is a light gatherer or scatterer. It may magnify, it may distort, it may correct. There is a shape of lens that can take ordinary sunlight and concentrate its heat. Do not look into the Sun using such a lens.
An unusually wise or prophetic person is sometimes called a Seer.
LENS KEEPER
Line may catch a break
Lovers oft forsake
Eye peers through a loupe
North of sea & sloop
Seek your vision where
Shards bemourn a pair
LENS KEPT
Like a crater or a yolk
Eyes have foci more than smoke
Needless is a bone or sop
Sight once born may too adopt
lens yens
light & way & TRUTH in synchrony
eyed the fraughtful destiny to be
notice of a loophole’s clearly taken
seed ye drama? here ye’ll find the makin’s