ODE
Contained
in a cavity of the Orbit
securely protected from injury
makes no sequence of event makes
no syllable of Death
except the smaller size
These hurry to a sphere & show
& end
loose as a swallow's torso
Wedlock is shyer
Named with a tongue
& repeated
*
Crisis is sweet whiplash
tongue
against the crystalline lens
When the eyelids are opened
Elliptical space is left
between their margins
angles
which correspond to the junction
of the upper & lower
Lids
At the commencement
The healed heart shows its shallow
scar
turns your thoughts without a whip
With confidential moan
*
So goes the world.
It passes & we stay.
The iris & its contractile
curtain
radiating toward the pupil
Plain as the ego chastened
The sleeping
To wane without disparagement
in the disassembling hue
Size circumscribes, has no room
for petty furniture
or Wedding
The Eye in its Orbit
in position
to ensure the most extensive range
of sight
Swallows filling an empty
chimney