With too many, the soul and their eyes
and face have gone separate ways.
Orpheus: Ophius = Eurydike: Eurynome
The face—the way that either brings
the soul out into view or hides her
like a shroud—like a dimming pall
that blocks what ought to be alive,
instead turning seeing and the seen
into patent blindness to the light,
tantamount to forswearing a God
who cares, knows, and truly loves.
And one should ask what else
is then moving in—if the soul
has left the given human face?
But that face and such eyes—ops
in ancient Greek—isn’t it poesy
well-mirrored—as it was to be?
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