Might Eye

What might become of expression
when pain is left unspoken for
and waves persist and clouds exist
but tarnished smile is forgotten.

in bronze flecked skin and mangy fur
a voice is heard and becomes one
with reborn child's intuition
where it is as if it has been.

Blouse canopies and ties as slides
to pools of red or green jello
where crackers and browned toast are boats
for knicks and knacks to be sent off.

And in this forbidden domain
where outsiders perceive such calm
is pain and amnesia as one
where all is wrong and none is kept.