ZONULES OF ZINN

The eye, seen from outside in,

Is the mind’s panopticon,

     An inner theater in the round

    Where scenery is splashed around

A darkened stage whose windows open

To let the stars and planets in,

    The night sky’s sparkling bowl

    Projected by the pupil’s hole

Where, like prom night at the gym,

Sequins dangle on the rim,

    The blood’s horrific pride and pain

    Pasted on the cellophane,

Saran wrap which erases

What is lifted from its traces,

    A magic notepad that deletes

    Sun’s writing from our sheets,

Effaced from evening’s slate

Like tears on acetate,

    Memories that used to mesh

    With the lenses of the flesh,

Transparent leaves which alight

On the drawbridge of the sight

    And are gradually assigned

    To the valleys of the blind.

 

Kailua

July 5, 2004

 

NOTES ON ZONULES OF ZINN