Let not my rebellion betray me.
My eyes are open to the hot, mean atmosphere;
they open ever wider.
they open ever wider.
Sand and partiality pelt the corneas;
they open ever wider.
they open ever wider.
Discriminating air dries lubricating tears of denial,
pollen and disillusion swell the delicate capillaries,
threatening to blind me;
in amazement, they open ever wider.
pollen and disillusion swell the delicate capillaries,
threatening to blind me;
in amazement, they open ever wider.
I long to snap them shut, to turn away and
only look at cool, moist shadows!
only look at cool, moist shadows!
I rage slowly to close them, and stay,
rebellious,
not seeing, not caring.
rebellious,
not seeing, not caring.
Let not my rebellion betray me, for then I will be blind.
M.Black
copyright 1992
