i said “you can see forever through these wideawake eyes”
but all you have is glass and not even light leaks in.
i would, if i could, take you by the hand and you’d
feel your way through this world of impetuous ripples
spiraling round and sharp like the edges of me—
but your touch is mute and you are translucent to feeling.
if i could, i’d show you the cadence of the pulsing might of “free”
and give you the words to the hymns of unfeigned ecstasy
but your lips are shackled and your heart is dying soundlessly.

you
don’t see my stretching always horizons and don’t
feel my wistfully urging reverie and don’t
hear the tranquilly perceptive reality of
me.

slowly emotion surrenders to the rhythm of the passing waves
and i know that you were not made for me because
you are blind and i can't help but see.

10/23/2005

Posted on 10/24/2005
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