The looked at never look;
For looking is a lonely thing.
If you are looked at, you have friends,
Awards come after you, and a ring.
But the eyes look on horror when you are trapped and only see.
Looking is a trapped state. It isn’t free.
The looked at are blessed, and it’s why
You take so long at the mirror and even your eye
Is looked at—even your eye doesn’t look.
Your eye is beautiful. And blind words grace this book,
Triumphant, for every reader looks this way:
Into night’s book, which posits lovers in the day.
