the eyes only open so wide
to see what they may wish
the lids sure save the film
and the cords preserve glazed health.
liquid pupils to dipping your bread
the olive from oils mint coin
the oil never brings the main course
but only as addition
as an appetizer
a fore-thought
an add-on to their meal.
only half-empty
melting in pots - no discrimination to pour
the ball to confide - the pot itself
that does not add
nor nothing is done so
but merely observes
in dismal spirits
and clouded water
encouraging unity of all.
but may never find itself
in soup-like quicksand
in and out of hypnosis:
the system that the eyes connect
bind all together into one form;
the lash seasoning
the cranial protein,
the liquid pupil;
it all boils down
to one:
never see past the need
never past what it should
never past ever what-so-personal wish.