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

terror.

 

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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