Our eyes meet when mine are closed

I am such a wonderer rather than a wanderer

I suppose wondering is for those who are too afraid to wander

For our minds replace our feet and we go places untiring

I often think of the phenomena versus how we baptize them 

I ponder whether they exist only because we name them

Or we name them because they exist

Like an eagle expected to prey on the ground 

I neither fly nor prey, for my beak is weak and my fangs are nay

Though I float in the air feathered wings of despair 

When I never name them, they cannot exist, when I never say them

They don't insist 

Unnamed such phenomena I dare them to be 

For being inside never going outside, I see

Our eyes meet when mine are closed 

Trying to exist with a name, the phenomenon is proposed

I resist 

I insist

I exist

I exit 

The eagle is tired

for the places are untiring no more