the eye at least knows its emptiness
I have put rocks
through frogs
for sounding out
the patience
of my fear
How early I was
to my terrible angel
I would not mark myself
as wild, I would
bless the underbite, then hosanna
my bottom teeth
into the roof of my mouth
They put a light
made of light
in there
but I couldn’t
fill a ghost
Each toothache
around this time
slept longer
than god
I was eye and passed away mouth
A close friend blew his hand off
trying to call
his mother
No vision awaits our seeing
kingsoftrain 
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