we spilled blood in graves
occupying the space
a dweller such as I
lies poised in shadowplay
illuminated by only
in sunbeams reflected
into moonbeams
and luminous hermit eyes
blue, pale, and glowing
staring at me
pure iris cradling
dark iris
our eyes say everything
and we sit
explaining everything through
the motionless mouth,
we are children
fascinated joints exploring
new nooks,
and a comforting strangness
through blood ******* normality
and newness of a place
is a technicolor lens,
and our eyes pierce
through the verbal realm