Monday, November 06, 2006
Astigmatic (Part 2)
My eyes cry; my eyes die;
my broken heart sees better
than my broken eye. For they
cannot envision nor endure,
the daily dilemma- to
wake and see a piece
of rainbow disfigured, smiling
back from the hinterland.
My eyes cry; my eyes die;
to see a clumsy frame on
a pretty face.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:35 am
My eyes cry; my eyes die;
my broken heart sees better
than my broken eye. For they
cannot envision nor endure,
the daily dilemma- to
wake and see a piece
of rainbow disfigured, smiling
back from the hinterland.
My eyes cry; my eyes die;
to see a clumsy frame on
a pretty face.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:35 am
