The Kohl

The Darkness,

Smudged to dreary clay;

The slit opening the world to a new light,

Of the Darkness kept in lark of the queer.

Smear it to rub new scenery on the world,

With the pupil sitting still

Making their way through a

Real and Murky globe,

In them is the Dark;

Wear it, Smear it –

Line thy eyelids with black

See the Dark world

Gloomy,

For it may Brazen your Light.

Your Essence much tangible

from Sight.