Eyes Open But Not Looking

I was born from the mud

My mother was

My first director

When I saw her dance

I saw the creation of the world

Grazed by your traces

I felt you there

Gnawing at my bones

Unravelling my spine

Like a string of pearls

Pages parted

Mid thought

My eyes are open but I am not looking

My eyes are open but I am not looking

I carry water over blades

In your desert

It's all I have

On a count of four

I turn where you left me

Useless compass

Too clever for blood in the sea

Unmoved by scent on the wind

No lure is sufficient

You evade me as I turn

My eyes are open but I am not looking

My eyes are open but I am not looking

So I build you a form

Your flags snap in the wind

Bleed my colours up high

Through this thin skin

Bleed out my fog and longing

Eyes open but not looking

As I dance the creation of the world

As I dance the creation of the world