Faucets & Eyes: Eyes & Faucets

Eyes made of faucets; and faucets made of eyes; and such
To feel—a naked mask; and such to live a naked lie; and
Thus, the life—a silent wound; and thus, the soul—a need
To wail; and violent nights—a kettle flame; and striving

Love—a psychic strain; and do forgive—a selfish love—
Despite the wrath and fractured love. I hear you gaze; and
Gaze to hear; and deep the plight—the worm of fear. The
Ember yearns—the growth of heart: a fitted flame and

Numen sparks; and tulips sing—an opera soft; and daisies
Fair—the sting of sauce. We mourn and stir; and stir and
Mourn; and torn the thought—a pond of scorn; and thus,
The love, a subtle pain; and thus, the art, a tragic frame.
Imbue and live; and live the fuse: a mystic light—despite
The blues; and this is love; and this is love; and this is love.