...
I don't want this
this despair
of really old old eyes,
Just my old eyes back -
my "happy old year" eyes
my laugh o'clock lashes.
These eyes
are heavy
and blue
made of cotton
and led
and gunpowder,
These eyes are used
and used
and used
and used
and used
and used-
Look closer and see for yourself,
this ocean behind the pupil
an ocean twice the size of earth
(oh look, there is two whales swimming right there in the middle of-)
OK.
We are done.
Are we done?
Press undo.
I want my old eyes
I want to unsee,
to unlook,
to unobserve,
to unwatch,
to uncry.
...
