new territory

from this

window well

gridded cell


i suddenly see the silver-fish-peacock

streaming and sparking in the peripheral;


our giant glass eye with kaleidoscope lashes

meets in the middle


–blue-green-red-white waves and flashes–


behind which the great

wheel cogitates:


the quiet cut of



it would have been beautiful,

this alien trope of light,


had it not been lodged deep

inside my eye,

my brain —


stealing my vision, my clarity,

my ability to see, read, be, sustain.


after it passed, and the brief relief set in,

the cat and i exchanged knowing looks across

the old-new scent-filled floorings:


this was new territory.


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