The Crust

The Crust forms in my eyes
when I sleep
it’s function I do not completely
understand
but it must have some function
or else it wouldn’t
exist.

Perhaps it’s function
is to make
me wipe it
with my hand
and so come into
contact with myself
first thing in the
morning.

Perhaps its function
is to make me
understand that
I am really
disgusting
and boring
and not some
noble prince
or king
except in my
own mind.

Perhaps it serves countless
functions
this Crust in my eye
perhaps it’s as integral
as the crust
on your pie
or maybe it’s just
the residual
residue
of backed-up tears
and thoughts
misconstrued.

Whatever it is
I’m glad it is so
because without it
I would be someone
else
some Crustless being
with un-Crusted eyes
who wakes up
every morning
without Crust
in their eyes.

Without this optical
rust
this di-cloptical
must
this nerve-ending
pus
and orb-lending
husk.

And what type of person
would that be
for surely
they would have to
have crust
somewhere
and I dare not
wonder where
that
may
be.