Laoaglaucoma

have you seen them lately
come in your infirmary of dreams
scan the curvature
of their talk
their corneal distentions
of prejudice?

optic fallacy or not
to opaque their bonsaied
eyes; dismal reinforce
the frequency of their dark marks
have you silicon-seen
refraction of their deed
to keratomerize
dull domains?

but here, how
their myopic must;
the defense of verbs and fluid
flash. write, poet, the inquisition
of their divides
and doubts.

the eyeball of time
holds out the leper of gaps
not thought but heart
can ultrasound beyond thought
unveil the retina of might
liquefy glaucomic diopters
of heights.

we cling
more to the implant of next
no enough ambubag of self-
love can; or pack dead mission;
transient though in the culture
of gains-inflict nondescript
pains.

they will wade yet
in the infirmary of our dirt
grope their gravital base
from our mute downcast love
to laser-illumine
the length of their blindness
and then we coherently see
our blue disgusts.


joel b manuel