Glass Eye Poem by Daniel Brown

As the moon's rays bend around time and space,
I keep asking if they'll touch my eyes
And reflect the universe inside me,
To the one outside myself
And the refractions will make vibrations,
Arrays of colors I can't comprehend,
Until the stars take a foothold inside the hollow part of my skull.
A trench that used to be filled with dull black and white memories of memorials
On repeat.
Washed out each time with sepia tones of unfeeling,
Opaque and glassy,
Transparent enough for the feet of God to pass right through them and make me into a step stool.
The weight of millenias stand upon me,
Insisting I remain a perch to cast its one-eye sight
To the narrow spaces left at the edge of infinity,
Where time is due to collapse,
Any day now...