Lear

my eye was too wide, i should not have opened it so wide

little dust particles landed on the surface,

so i stood there thinking, without once blinking,

should i do something more?

froze my fingers, the nose

i thought to go to shore or 

call after the moor

call the moor after

moor after the call

the call after moor

the beautiful moor, 

the kind warmth 

trembling,

folding,

waiting to be scored.