these eyes
 are strange devices whose workings are necessarily alien to kenning
though we may know rods and cones, and structure
we can not know all these in one moment
what magnificence! beyond a simple understanding, porous jellies, transmitting fragments of the universe
to our fingertips, our shoulders, our small backs, and coalescing those transmissions into tears

any understanding, which comes upon us in a moment, and grows too large to hold,
brings tears
wash us clean