Put your lightest lights against your darkest darks
Green lights flash, peering under the layers
dark side of the moon revealed in the retina’s terrain
They call it a natural history study
Like I am a tree, an old oak dropping yellow leaves
raked into piles to decay in my central vision
Dead? I thought they were only sleeping
Each year the map shows a yellow sea spreading
a peninsula, then an island, then only sea
Try not to blink
Flying objects come in focus just before impact,
a meteor burning the atmosphere.
Those are pearls that were his eyes
When the flashes fade, purple spots fan out
iridescent peacock tail eyes peer through tangled hair.
