Eyes

Can they settle on something and stare at it for a moment longer than an excited exhale
they flit away in a delirious urgency from bright screen to a paper pale
undecided and frenzied
attached to a skull and detached from a brain I proudly carry
silent spectators to a life passing by every day, abbreviating itself with each breath
they see everything and control nothing
not even when they blink, often surprised when red threads cloud the whites

they stay wide, ajar.. you're begging to sew themselves shut
they close indiscriminately on seeing a mammoth sized gash in your existence, when you're bleeding from the cut
they lock becoming blind to a geometry of prophetic mistakes that're impossible to miss
and yet refuse to ignore a speck of dust in the keyhole of an oft used door, a spilled drop of water on chaste white floor
neglecting ruins, correcting trivial flaws

Portals to another world; they can see, how I wished things would be
someone rolling on green grass, wearing moss adorned with leaves
strung with petals, moaning in perfumed galaxies
dilated pupils, thriving in a sanctuary of colours..some red, some white
sickening merger of wet dreams,
wishful unsustainable reality that ne'er once existed, nor it will
legitimate fantasy if you concentrate hard through the pitch black light

If only I could be what I wished I could see.