Optomologist's findings

inside eye there lies
a source of continuous reflections
like a mirror over the water's edge, stretching off into the infinite nothingness of light waves as light waves interrupt my surface. through familiar places i wander
hoping to find something eye want to believe eye dropped. a token of affections past or perhaps the missing papers
to my long book covers. these places covered in light, bathed in yellows & greens
dressed up as fluorescent lights
hide no truths and explain no tales
like story tellers who've forgotten their arts.

Eyes filled with refreshments like once again disc played mints and hard candies
hoping to draw precious waters from their reservoirs scan through texts in search of
text that forms the beginnings of
sympathies, there is none. Readings from right to left direct these eyes to read left to right as reading left to right tells these eyes that they are allowed no holiday & rewarded with no prize.

Eyes as weathered as these are offered no respite from the sun, they are only expected to endure her power.
Eyes as weathered as these are offered no cold towels remind their lids of their youthful days.
Eyes as weathered as these are offered no cocoa butter to keep the lids from splitting and cracking & breaking from the abuses of the wind.
Eyes as weathered as these are offered no dark space to dream.
Eyes as weathered as these are offered the only thing cooler than wet towels on warm days, cold stares.