Blind Eidos

brow,
smooth blond brow and curve
sings of a time-locked look in this garden of stones --
      was Medusa here after loving,
      after she wrapped her legs around a ruinous home --
she sails now, dreams billowing her silks,
      truth her new sun,
      her ship glides past
breathing
quiet sounds astern
hushed - only her breathing, only
      her breathing
only
her gaze behind – for those things past and done
locked in freckled stone and knowing, she hears
      the body song
      within opacity, feathers declaring a blueness, a warmth deep
within the aspect of this blond brow,
her ruinous fold made these
        all of these, and she suffers,

walk upon her mirrored tears