With Eyes Like These

What do you see 
do you look for it
do you free your
self from your eyes
do you leaven do you
eleven do you noon
until the moon watches
you do you walk do you 
eat what you see
do you orange 
do you purple
do you gray into
the glazed middle
of the morning do
you fall down 
the stares do you hear
the images into visions
do your ears make like eyes
and close and cry and turn away