Matt Catania

Follow Me Down the Well

Follow it down the topple well
wish the haze away
eyes are dreary, liquid, unclearly
a human fog
dim lights dismay.

Eyes grow dreary, deep, dark
dim lights dismay
Eye can see in the dark
clear precise, sharp
is the way

Eye can see in the dark
only one way
is the way
only one way
is my way

Only one thing can be said
Eye can see it
I can’t say it
I don’t know how.

{Poem by Matt Catania}