Magnifying glass

You keep wishing for things that are dead

And a poem will not bring them back

And no matter how hard you submit to the task

In your face is a mirror that cracks

There‘s a tear on the tip of a splinter

And it’s piercing your eye to a glance

When you see, you see twice like the drinker

When it‘s time for the magnified glass

And you goggle with spectacled eyeballs

At the honey afar which is not

And gargantuan-like Dulcineas

Shoulders you jump off when tied to a knot

You stuck a fair landing and got an applause

But you crushed your entire physique

Time to retire

Why should I be quiet on that

Of which one can not speak?