every day I place upon my eye place us here we might space becomes new light
with this lens I see special clarity left or right matters else my being blurs
every day I hold open my eye open up my stash hold my lid & lash
with this lens I see warped transparency left or right which first will contact be cursed
every day I look to do this right faces eye my eye enigmas in flight
with this lens I see what stigmas will crash left to do this see later will be trash every day I sense you thru my eye sensibly we might wormhole to new light
This poem was crafted with the Bertzolaritza tradition of Basque culture in mind. To experience the improvisational spirit of bertsolaritza, I composed quickly and sang it to artist Laurita Siles as a gesture of gratitude for her work in residency & exhibition at MING Studios, "Irutzen Har Nuzu - I am Making Wool"