The Fool's Complaint

Is it wrong to say

That these eyes

Suck in the light of day?


Do I err to start a trend

That holds these ears 

Are open at the other end?


That these hands 

Love to touch, indeed touch to love,

And of that touching, never love enough.


All the world spills in these sensual pits

Enjoyed, 

But unresolved by human wits.


Granted these simple truths, in fact our curse,

I declare within this skull

Exists the universe!


This surly tongue dropping words into your ears,

These grasping hands,

These eyes shedding sympathetic tears,

Declare that even in the darkness of the fading day,

We lean our heads together,

Remaining eternities away.

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