Work-a-Round

Turn the gears manually
Automatically
Organically

Shift that sand personally
Shamefully
Willfully

Eat that sandwich quickly
Slowly
Haphazardly

Rinse and repeat

Blind to the Glory

So blindness is what gets me
No lack, no horrid monster
Only a glass effect, a seethroughness
For energy is mine
When I ignore the scream
Of its lack
Which could be made of glass
Itself

What a turn this sign shows me

My "recognition"

The sea is too deep
For a single dark drop like me
To sparkle among the shiners
Who have such a sun
To bring them to greatness

What have I
But my lowly shade
Which will only be seen
Among too much light
And even then as a mere blur
Of copy-catted color