It swings across the width of an oversized
iMac retina screen. The flower of life,
a hexagonal tanzine, he describes,
while it glides through the air like a knife,
how it can carve a third eye out of
any odd life. Strife disappears as two
eyelids descend. What will open above
begets a novel vision, virginal hues
imbued to a world once sinister, strange.
His pendulum rocks until anatomy
is romantically rearranged. You change
in its period to a wide eyed baby
whispered lullabies of a beckoning bay
you ought to discover in darkness today.