The Place

My eyes are two candles…lit,
melting into waxy tears,
dripping down my face,
burning my skin
and boiling the moisture in my pores.
My eyes are two candles… lit,
their waxy tears raging down
the sides of my nose,
trickling into the corners of my lips,
slowly rolling inside my mouth.
My eyes are two candles…lit
whose waxy tears
drip down my face.

My eyes melt away . . . .
Ah, I have no eyes,
but I have two burnt eye sockets,
two black telescopes to my mind
and if you look through them
you will find
in the galaxies
of my thoughts and memories
the scorching star of birth
which constantly shines
in the universe of my brain.

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