An ode.it reads:
That glowering eye, writhing inside
Does it even see- is it that which sees
Or do we through it, that disease
Of film, of misshapen form and size
See only ourselves- inside ourselves?
Is the eye the oculus or something else
Do we know the question to ask or would
We want the answer if to us it was given?
Is inside it light or darkness, even?
Or is it that chiaroscuro that should
Be knowledge of what woe betide-
That glowering eye, writhing inside?