What can you do with the eyes
But wash and watch them
How the light flows in and out
Birthing equally into the blood
As into those new leaves over there
And the light I send to them
From my ideas of what light
Can possibly conceive
Hiding as much as it reveals
Of the darkness of my inner life
Aren't they struggling the eyes
Like burning coals to light
As much of the world inside
That the invisible grow bright
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