The Inestimable Blessing of Sight

I walked to the moon and I met you

I swam all the seas and you followed

I fell to the center fo the earth and there you were

I crept up the zenithal peaks quickquietquick and...you

Crying, reaching, touching, craving

So why is the scale always tipped in your favor

Breathing as if a given right and not intmately tied to the pulse under my skin

Moving and speaking as if you were real

Apart from the moment my eyes

touch your skin

But you are now, aren't you?

Alive in all the ways that matter

Dismiss me, fine, but we both know

Who was resting up there in the crator, not daring to come down

Until I lifted my hand and invited you with my very will

Look, there's still moondust on your shoulders

That you shrug off with the last vestige of your otherness

Now I am the only vessel of your secrets

And a fragile one at that,

With my head beating like this, with my heart breaking like this

What will you do with my eyes, I wonder, and will you cradle my brokenness with even one instant of regret or pity?

I'd take pity, if it was loving pity.

I'll take anything you're willing to give and you've chased me to every corner so here I am,

destroyed and defeated

You son-of-a-season

You merciless tyrant

You beautiful automaton

I see everything you are and aren't

You don't need me for your miracles anymore

Fatal.

Everywhere you walk will become Holy Land...what kind of war will you wage?