The way I close my eyes

And see the sun explode

To flowers with a thousand nodes,

A bomb whose rays arise


Like pistils streaming from the skies,

Molten tentacles that live in light,

The way that with my eyes closed tight

I can watch the frenzied dyes


That the seeing world denies,

A twisted snapshot of the night

Too delicate for normal sight,

Which the thwarted vision magnifies


Into fiber optic countrysides,

Neatly copying the caging

Of the eye's internal staging

The way defective slides


Merge the garden with the grime,

Or a girl dissolves to sunlit rhyme,

As a hidden camera discloses

Senseless faces in the roses.