sequence: "everlong"

meditations on the impossibility of your eyes

1. your eyes know things.  they create the world out of your image.  the things i could tell you, the things i could say--the things i would tell you i knew that you know.  your eyes see no shadows, just objects, just the movement of what is, light or dark, each thing drawn

like the earth to the sun

to serve your purpose.


2.  the things i could bear witness to, the things i see in you
watching

just watching

you walk among warm cities, leveling them to plains
pulsing under the sun
of your gaze
sands shifting in the wind
of your
wet
blink

a thousand years of decay
in one soft close

soft as a breath
fallen from my mouth.


3. and so you create
you destroy

so you create
you destroy

easy, gentle
as a sigh

but giant as the sun
in its pale sky

the eyes of your face
usurp me
i could tell you such things
were they not
in the end
nothing--
what i saw
matters nothing
within the drawn breath
of your gaze.


4. don't release me.


5.  i am not ready to go,
god--

i am not ready
to be blind against
the only thing i see
from shadow.

i will be
your simulacrum--
i will be leveled
as low
as flesh can go.