Motors you can’t turn until you try To flex your iris, to curve the candle light The world gets no cleaner bathed in night Such tiny muscles slip the grip of nerve endings in low eyes Fumbling with a gloved hand Sieving in the hot sand For memories carved in rocks That you lost, that you dropped From waves left as they sank must have been important Dig after them And every grain under your desperate knees Is another eroded speck of distant memory Enacting their passive revenge Smoothing the masses that don’t remember them Revelations hatched Set into stone Grasping for meaning From the nest they have flown But a rock doesn’t fly A rock only falls Quietly snatched from a world It can’t understand at all Your lost thoughts tumble Until they shine Until they reflect that dumbfounded look Back into your lost eyes And you shrink In a shrinking mirror
Quit Vision 