I Clean My Glasses Before I Write
I clean my glasses before I write;
not that there is so much outward
to see, as much as my imagination,
my inner conversation, my echoing
voice is strangely tied to my eyes
and to the hard surfaces I can define
and that remind me of other hard
surfaces in other lives, backward
surfaces and forward surfaces, and
so I need my eyes to make what is
out of reach, concrete, to help me
recognize the metaphors of stone
and leather, chasm and cloud line,
dancing shadow and crashing wave.
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