part 2, in which i continue to muse on loss and love and blindness.

and i can see it with my eyes closed.

the waves were of a bigness again today 
and mister lay down on the round slab 
with my stuff. then he looked anxiously 
as i entered the water so i went back 
to get him and carry him in. 
he chose well the way out yet a crusher came 
and tossed him ashore. 
there may be greater fears. 
i could be afraid of annihilation from the sky 
of some total stranger in a foreign land
but how can we fear so distantly
when fear is in your eye it is so close within
i think.. the end of my eyes will be the end 
of me the end of all fear 
the disintegration of me
the disintegration here
i think how it must have been
gradual, right? but now it's here
it's really here and still 
there's more to come
this isn't the end though
it feels so