Words by May: The Eyes

The eyes that cry out: “I have need of pain — is there none among men who is skilled at tormenting me?”
And those in whose winding ways secrets have been planted deep...
And those over which the upper lids float calmly, as flocks of white birds hover over the lakes of the North.
And those others, of green flame, that twist their ray like the crook of a grappling-hook upon the heart, and clutch it fast....
And others, and others, and others.
“Darkness and Rays”
“The Eyes”