Sonnet of the Eye and the Moon

I have objectified the moon through your eyes,

and replaced my sense of sight with blindness,

from thinking that your glance was shot in kindness

in a big pizza pie now collecting flies.

When the moon strikes in amore tell-tale lies

my hesitation makes me seem so spineless

petrified and plastered before the timeless

monster of vision that weeps and that spies.

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I have been objectified by the sun's blaze

without any dream of escape, am revealed

to have worn sunglasses at night--just a phase:

where to blindness and infatuation sealed

with crying and with spying, eyeballs graze

surface sting, to have kept them always peeled.