medusa's eyes, and mine

Saphire Eye/
Gift of Myself

i got a gift, what day-a gift!
a spark of olds and news: a phenix
i got a gift-open reach
listen: the gift-a gift-myself

dead-lost, here i am new shine
breathing in every direction
how can you give me
to myself? Having

never met, we meet in a maze of velvet
and you ask: where
can i buy your hair? so

i take it of-the air! and give-
take it, without money-
no exchange

you pull out a small thing
from a box by its tail-
broken medusa

telling me: you must fix, keep
and cherish this/you/me

what do i know?
my sapphire-may seeing eye-my glass heart.