These Eyes Of Dolls Seem Leaden Stones Not Canisters Of The Faith But Cannon-Balls Engraved In Tome-Like Stares So Much Waxen Shapes, These Dust Cloths & Spidery Webs. Dolls With Eyes Stare Lidless & Forlorn Such Eyes Are Cracks Minden Shapes Or Basement Eves Hogans Of The Human Form. I'm Interested In The Priapic Silence Of Such Dolls - Their Indolent Aura In Time One Long Amber Twilight & The Results Are In The Shadows Have Produced Twins ...Hazy Silhouettes Rough-Housing In The Dark, Come Passing Headlights Although The Stampede Of Noises Affects Nought. Ticker-Tape & Collage In Quick Thick Barrage These Lonesome Dolls Slouching Half-Pinned In Their Stalls - A Cat Transcends Crouching His Spine Then Pelvic Thrusts And Tableaux Change. People Are Divisive, Dolls Less So. The Dolls Know Nothing Of That.