Didn’t you see that blue light, then?
Blue can be imagined but you
must see it moving, tugging
on eyes, changing apparitions indigo and violet
Why is it moving? This veil.
What sparks have lit its everlasting
firework? Did you feel that bat? No, it was
just a drop of water, nature’s horror trick
a wicked sense of charm. Where
is the green coming from? It is only
imagined outside in light.
These are trees or blood vessels?
There can’t be trees in here.
no light, no shadows
Last in last out, but
could there be someone behind me?
Something.