Is No One Coming

Looking into the gossip mirror in there out there
angled light opposite and red just creeping the tiny
beetle reflectors away from away from
looking for you just if coming for whom by the way
coming with tiny feelers without making it, shadow
hoping for water that will wash you home through air
like a bath when I throw all windows out of our
house
begging for wind that will pull your limbs you skin
hair sex clearly playing in air when I turn off
the radio now
removing the infected eyes and scratching my thoughts
with the pencil no one must see for this is said
and said in all confidential darkness this glimmer
continues without eyes continues as with ant after
ant finding nothing but ant after ant legions of
blindness or what
what about the feeling of grass among ants in grass
where we travel for years the grass where we lay
coming creeping the children see see a flower from
the holy place no not coming
is no one coming in angled light and forgotten through
grass through sun without a mirror through eyes
without ants through you
is no one coming through you?