I have three eyes

Two for the hues that are
One for an unnamed suffusant elsewhere

Two of concrete everyday
One indolent undercovers

Sees sooth on occasion whose
Untangled chords remain

Unoft unblinking wide
Into the neardistant

The yestermorrow’s frayed vibrato
Could be anywhere, anything

Echoes of not is nor never was
The essential maybe

I have three eyes

Two for the hewed at hand
One for unamended unquarried

For which when sleep arrives
Arrives for ever

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