Veins of black smoke run through your eyes
as the world behind you shatters,
throwing glass in an exquisite slowness
toward nowhere that'll matter.
Spines of blue light dart out from your gaze
like minnows through a clear stream,
back and forth, glinting in the sun
but truly shining in the darkness.
And like a mosquito stealing blood
I leech the smoke
And like a cat, hovering over a bowl
I snatch the light
I'd like to put them in a box
a box on my pillow
so that I'll never have to get up
to turn the lights on or off,
but instead open the box
and let your eyes
counteract the sun.
-mine
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