golden gryphon eyes
your golden eyes
focus on the far
rather than the best
how do you behemoths
gryphons of the night
train your black pupils
so precisely and purposefully?
teach me the secret gift
how to collimate and illuminate
my scattered visions
bouncing off the god head
these waves of pure motions
and unadulterated entropies
combine into a singular cloud
of calculated creativity
they become tainted by the grey drabness
of a cisternal reality
they become pliant on the walls
of flattened vesicles told to stay quiet
I beg of you please
to lend me your eyes gryphon friend
I must get even with God
I must heal my internal wounds
all of my absesses flow
from being shunted too soon
from the terrarium of childhood
and streams of ever-flowing life
I had no choice in choosing
but was forced to mount my windowsill
to stare into the dark dismal skies
and dream of perfect germination
but inside my headscapes
I have learned to ride many mutant beasts
that can fly through opaque pink clouds
and sweep past shadows dripped in darkness
so I'll stand true
in a tall hood of glossy jet black
these alchemical responsibilities
may have made me into an outcast
But I'll still name the names of those
who stole the movements of my hands
and forced me to write of pain and truth
struggling to breathe in a cancerous youth
so pray for me please
your woeful widdiful friend
I just want to see through sparkledust
and your golden gryphon eyes once again
to peer upon the shine of the sun
similarly golden and everso bright
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16715542-golden-gryphon-eyes-by-Colvet
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