Typewriter Series #2425 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Sometimes I can see the fibers between things,
The threads that connect us,
Tie us all together. I can see the light
As it passes over them, as it moves,
Undulates, like it is water and the
Shadow it casts against the sea floor.
Often they stretch tight, creaking and
Threatening snap, often they slacken,
Make large troughs and high peaks,
The sine and the cosine,
The mathematics of it.
I can still them, reach out my hands as if
Conducting, calm their vibrations when excited
They become, when before me stands a breathing thing. A wild one.
I imagine messages sent along the length of them, curling over the knots
That secure the ends. I whisper as they grow,
As they recede.
Listen, I offer, hear me and hold it like a first
promise, like a vow recited under torch light,
Orange glowing on the faces of us both:
You are safe with me. ...
-Tyler Knott Gregson-