three keys to half raise a defensive eyelid.
Enter storm of the eye.
Listen to hum of preservers.
Two must be cleansed.
Tears sucked out,
waste removed.
Reloaded with boxes of insight.
Our fingers crinkle with their cold
as each box is placed so all can read
the new delight, the fresh view.
A new order has arrived.
The Wombwell Rainbow 