Like tiny black hole ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ crystals
draping the skin ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤof a bride
sucking all the light in ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ such
that beyond that bleakly ㅤ ㅤ dark
exterior & the ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ drastic
gravitational pull ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ of all that
is divine ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ lies the divine
the pure bright.
like the thousand ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ purple
eyes on the body ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ of Argus
soaking in all the ㅤ ㅤ light
& metamorphosing ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ inverted
images in theㅤ ㅤ ㅤ retinal movie
screen unto knowledge.
like a sun that’s been ㅤ ㅤ slimed
in mud all this time ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ now
breaking offㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ soft light
concentrating out inㅤ ㅤ sharp
tyndall pillarsㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ through
the scars that will ㅤ ㅤ leave
a nebulatic ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ impact in the
planetary thinking ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ of the
dreamers & tint their irisesㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ gold.
(first published by the author in Merak Magazine
https://medium.com/the-plan-b-vibe/the-wound-is-where-the-light-enters-you-f98059315945)