In the eye of waiting

Here I am waiting in the eye , its pupil in tears and an overflowing. Vasan eye care will now check my iris and the uvi. I am not weeping. Am I sweet in my body?

Down in the pit of my stomach is the fear of turning a blind poet. Another Borges who makes a library of books behind his eyelids .Neatly stacked by centuries, ever since Sophocles wrote Oedipus and Milton his Paradise Lost .