the bulbs on the stalks that lead to our brains
are seeing things.
since they are things for seeing, why shouldn’t they?
they are light-admitting information gatherers, but
they are also display items and scanners.
the surrounding flesh does that.
the brain they feed does that.
you do that.
so do i.
it is our souls’ instructions
that the lachrymal glands obey,
though there is often a tug-of-war, a struggle
between natures “better” and “base.”
some sights we have recorded
of heart-stoppingly striking moments
get replayed so many times
some glossive editing takes place.
in thrall to the brain
never have it.