'til the next full (eyes)

our eyeballs are hollow but presently hold shape

around a gooey filling

faculty of sight submerged in there

tethered to sense-making mysteries

we have of course solved by now

technically

but that mystery is harder than my blurry comprehension

i barely touch an edge and it grinds my frame

into another shape of seeing

i'm not sure what all this prescription's good for

but here

i give to you my lens

a gift of self brightens

right before your eyes

keep unwrapping it

till source pours out your eye

and radiates x-ray like

to the heart behind the mask

behind the mask

two pupils gleam there

behind shielded entry points

to another being

just within their learnt performance

bowing in ovation

they then

give to you their mirror

a gift to see yourself clearer

right before your eyes

keep unwrapping it

till source pours out your eye

and radiates x-ray like

to the heart of the unseen

the unseen

two pupils gleam there

your own shielded entry points

to the future

you are portals of sight in that vast mind

to see the magic all these hollow seeming nows contain

and see the magic all these hollow seeming nows contain