Wide and Awake

For so messy a tongue
in a body so young -
for such stumbling, stupefied,
neat bouts of mumbling;

for so heavy a mess
as the one I possess -
as the dead blurs of solitude,
heads hurt and bodies bruised;

for so wide and awake
and exhausted a mind -
how this life must have worn on me,
time brushed and poured on me:

never were eyes, though,
much brighter than mine.