The I, the Window, the Soul

The I, the Window, the Soul

Watch closely as I

pull the shades awhile

wink out the light sink layer

by layer

Those are pearls

that were his eyes

like an oyster

absorb each speck

you plant

Each simple grain of sand

I take great pain

to polish

and one, two, three I, the blind

magician

pop shiny pellets

from my lips into the

hand

of you

my lovely

lovely assistant