Let me see you as you are
To see
I made this eye
to see what is not seen
not things
but what holds them
that they are as they are
then it all changes, the eye
given new sight, the hand
new touch, the tongue a new
tongue and bones
reclothed in flesh which is the perfect
flesh of the body released
from the image which enslaves me.
The stiff body broken
to fit in the same room
as the body and become
gentler than he was
and become kind to animals
and become
and care
I open my eyes and see the fact, state,
or
quality of being of a manner, way,
or method
of doing or acting, or of the
of, belonging to, or associated with
a specific
person, group, thing,
or category, appearance, form or
way of doing something or
the way in which a thing is done
or happens in which
an underlying substance or a permanent
way in which
something can be viewed
by the mind or attribute of that one
previously mentioned
is manifested.
When the sign is made present,
something disappears.
The reverse of this is also true.
but the arm is not an arm
and the hand is like a dead hand
or a painted one
or one made of stone
clinging to a stone
wall of endless
stone steps, leading
up to the art of the throat.
Now I am growing another throat
so that the poem will be more melodious
when read aloud—listen to this great
sound
of a new angel
blown out of a horn
blown out of a bullhorn
the body is dead. This is the difference
between mouthing and saying
someone mouths, I bring it to life
by indicating a hand here
in the mouth of the bullhorn.
I am afraid of that hand
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