where the child's eyes glaze with memory where the man's glaze with foreknowledge and how they darken and alter to vacancy as when the shifting breeze ramps like a closing shutter on the deeplighted bay look in the woman's eyes bravely in her moment of rapture when the skies loom between her lashes or look there in the mirror at those eyes bend closer and closer still look in the black pupils where other eyes appear and in them others infinitely infinitely pools of incomprehension look the fear is nothing look the courage nothing the song has no consequence look look it is here nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |