..
Observe a street corner pact
wish to build unnerved
my coward-brother’s
condition I shouted
on for mercy:
“which physical eye did all the flaying,”
..
was scabrous or proscriptive, rounded
lean, myopia vested with
poetic insurance,
animated while inside me – chosen
new mystery: “seeing weighs all
these prayers: clean,”
of roiled visibility
at any
doorway (where the neat
heaven remonstrates—)
..
as here
Lord, dear I
right myself (a remark of identity.)
..