Sunday, August 7, 2022

The Open Gate

A Cincinnati engineer
Against the saddest eyes on the planet,

Reduced to mere will
-- Can I make you hurt?

They invade every game, those eyes,
With pathos,

Rewrite the rules
In invisible tremors

That move objects
And souls

To where they don't 
Recognize themselves,

Away from the all-seeing blindness
To the blindness of the just.