My Eyes Are Rain
Be the handmaiden in the window
wishing for all silence in the
The walls of olive branches are
in another undulation of the ear.
Over a hill, we sit and watch
Ourselves age rapidly and without
I die under a monolith of regret
You die out of space and out of
The old man, the young man
The same, the difference
The product, the sum
The fallacy, the declaration.
Stillness is my mind's eye
the voyeur of assimilation,
waiting for the penny, the dime
the half-dollar of excavation.
The love we blind
with shards of atomic numbers
curates the soul
with blood and solo Carillion.
People are watched, tiny camera
A window is opened, miniscule
Xerox floods, large lumber station
Hope evades, gigantic colony.
Messages inside the eye
And ewe of creation,
The supine tomb painted red.
And here sits who I am not
As who I am vaporizes
The vicissitudes of another vignette
Corrode with a tide of fantasy.