Shy Gnosis

I gladly mine
The eye of your eyes,
Share the wordy burden
Of too much sight.

In my flesh world
Sight is every pore.
Let’s pipe the joyful load
Into our quarks

Where every move
Is a moving eye
Mistaken for a heart,
A heart for shy,

A priori.

2013

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