tea time for two

my eyes feel like a cesspool of fire and ice.
they feel hot, dry, brittle, and weak.
perhaps it's the fact that i am overly tired.
perhaps it's jsut the natural course of the day.
the wind blows miniscule dander towards me.
my eyes are gasoline and the dander is my flame.
burn eyes! you are flammable crystalline structures.
my infinite optical garden, you are my new wonderland.
a cesspool of fire and ice, broken by the spell of night.
i wander aimlessly among the steel infastructure shared with rail cars.
my eyes scan the track of broken tracheotomy.
up and down this landscape, i see eyes burning.
they burn holes in the tracks, and they feed on crystalline ice.
i see the signs, and there are many amongst me.
they warn of the eyes that stare me down.
this is my showdown with the bridges of the county.
they know that i can see them, and they expect me.
i walk towards them, and they fear not.
my fear runs to far-off wonderlands.
eyes dance with pretty little dots inside my eyelids.
hush child, sleep in peace.
this is the day that all eyes burn out.
we may find bliss in this blanked out darkness.