Contained in a cavity
of the Orbit

protected from injury

makes no sequence of event makes
no syllable of Death

Hurries to a sphere & show
& end

loose as a swallow's torso

Wedlock is shyer

Named with a tongue
& repeated

*

Crisis is sweet whiplash
tongue

against the crystalline lens

When the eyelids open
elliptical space

is left between their margins
angles

corresponding to the junction

of upper & lower

Lids

At the commencement

The healed heart shows its shallow
scar

turns your thoughts without a whip

With confidential moan

*

So goes the world.
Passes & we stay.

The iris & its contractile
curtain

radiating plain as the ego chastened

The sleeping

To wane without disparagement
in the disassembling hue

Size circumscribes, has no room
for petty furniture

or Wedding

The eye in its Orbit
in position to ensure

the most extensive range of sight

Swallows filling an empty
chimney