green bench

from the green bench
a pair of glass eyes
looks for  phantoms
coming from park gates

his eyes clutch visions
perhaps he is thinking
of all of them gone far,
his mates from womb

nephew tells his elbow
raise your feet will you
there is a road bump 
an elevation for raising
foot to unknown space

he walks living in sleep
a television of god's story
a sleep between stories
of god-king deserting wife

there is darkness coming
from east, he tells nephew
let us reach  before dusk.

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