now, go.

Christ, how I get myself into things!

Misdirection’s plunge

under white skies and

others dark eyes.

And

you'll never know

the ink spills on these hands,

that

I could stab my eye

so to carve it out,

just to place it delicately in anothers drawer for later:

Gone.

Now, go.

spend your days silently waiting

for something lost,

Sunshine is cheap.