Sun-Blind
Splitting atoms in its heart
The same sun kills the things
It nourishes with light.
I have seen clouds stff as ice
When the leaves are dew dry
So skin sags upon sallow bone,
Shall the dead moon alone suffice?
The flowers fall endlessly
On graves, and from that throne
Of ignorance we see not, how again
Like the incessant traffic of the waves,
The rock becomes a grain of sand.
And absolute and meaningless
In its little bauble consumes the whole
Eternity is trapped in time,
And things forever falls apart
While by death we measure time.
I want to suck the breast
Of another life, but not this sun;
I do not trust moons that strip
In public places to groping eyes;
And being use to earth more than skies
I want to know here the graces
Of why this life, and why our coming
It can not matter much else
If we are not going, or ever leaving;
The sun leaks
The same milk no more in the end.
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