untied pSyche You thought you were but you were not With your eyes shut so tightly We could not get through Such long black bars so we knocked and we knocked "Let us in" But you wouldn't see to it You kept everything so tight all locked up anything to hide your secrets bottles knotted ropes holes in the yard those lidded eyes And a mural behind You saw what we did not see But you did not see what we saw I will remember last I saw you It was in the spring When the kings were in the garden With their orange robes Majestic You the blind boy With your stick your crutch I called your name and you fell fell and fell into your hole you'd dug it with your own black hands you cried nothing as you fell blackness, silence all around where are you? And for a moment The dark shelter of glasses gone And you ope' and you open and you opened your eyes and Mother always said you were her favorite flower But even the most beautiful Will have its end. 060523 what's it to you? who go blather from