Eyelids in addressing the public
- Oct. 3, 2014, 4:54 a.m.
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Please, tell me that there’s a way to feel good
If it’s foolproof and coolproof I’d hope that I could
But when I’m wide awake and my dreams have uncurled
I still feel the eyelids between me and the world
Like a screen on the door, interposing and cluttered
I fumble for hinges and words I could mutter
But when I close my eyes, there’s no change in precision
My sight is so fondly detached from my vision
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