eye stew

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.