There are things that only I have seen:
So I told my love, and she was swift
To buy for me a second set of eyes
Of simpler proportion as a gift.
She bought him on a shelf for petty change,
Something I would have wasted otherwise:
We tended to him, and gave him a name
A Queen's name: impotence with open eyes.
Queen Doreen is just like everyone:
Keep his water clean, and he will vie;
Keep his water dirty, and he's gone;
Keep his water not at all: he'll die.
What he loves is just a little food
What he likes is just a little light
He sits still when anyone's around
But he owns the universe at night---
His imagination is supreme
What he sees is old as soon as new,
He's forgotten everything he's seen
Every time he turns his head askew.
He falls asleep a moment at a time:
Then he's still and watching nothing turn
So I bought him his own little lamp
A second sun presiding. It will burn
And flicker seldom---it will give him ease
For he's a clever taste; so apt to please.