Under Your Eyelids

Rifle in the snow
Melts to ground below
Rife with screws and pins
Paeans with all tries in
Under your eyelids
Somehow I thought you knew
A terminal field of view
Willfully slides askew
Shades of Bavarian blue
Under your eyelids
Lie your eyes
Bees may have a sting
Spiders are in the sink
Why can’t I just not think?
I’m fearful of everything
All of our things have sold
Swimming pool has grown cold
How did we get so old
As a pair of waning souls
Just another lunar day
Grey and black every which way
Bedsheets in disarray
And radioactive dcay