Glowing 
I am tired,
tired of looking,
tired of seeing everything 
through these eyes,
these battered and
bruised pair of 
translucent balls 

I was born with
the second sight,
the power to separate
truth
from otherwise

I am tired,
tired of pretending,
tired of being this,
through this and that
a cloud unmattered;
I find only the solemn
void of darkness

I was born with
a second sight,
a power to divide
truth 
through force &
purifying

I am tired now,
tired of the everything,
the thing thing &
seeing clouds,
above as here below
I gather my eyes –
glowing