You know not what lies behind these eyes
Hollow truths covered with golden gilding
Betray my secrets writ large in small print
Their letters tearing through the filigree
Mishaping the core of the heart in braille
Until I become like a crumbling ruin
Whose history is impossible to interpret
Being understood by relative anecdotes
To try to explain the why of the mind
That time has formerly forgotten
Yet remembers the remnants of my sights:
Terrible
Cruel
Angry
Violent
These fragments have caused me blindness
A statue with gouges carved in the sockets
Staring off in a direction inconcurrent
With the noble posture facing the fore
Refusing to see that which is in front of me:
Fear
Sadness
Pain
Despair
All goading with their wicked weakness
To weather my body and bury the remains
So that the good in the world is left stratified
In layers too distant to reach out and grasp:
Happiness
Love
Pleasure
Peace
That is, until the earth starts to quake
Exposing my corrupted form to your light
So that you may excavate my mortal coil
And restore to order these ancient eyes
Which for too long have dwelt in the past