Some antique gallant poet said
Eyes’re hemispheres
But didn’t see the nictating dark
Lagoons ride me round the sphere
Where we can hide if you like
And sleep like a pair
of children without fear.
Eyelids slide up and down
As though drapery sleepily rises and falls
And shutters up the interior
Of a complex thought.
Eyelids part like cracking pods
That nudge my heart
To blossom in the hopeless sod.
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