Curies

Parked in the jewel of the eye
is a place where green things are banished
and the hubris of purple is fecund
and all powerful.
a strand of dystopian hope
barking up the wrong tree
to make a point.
a perfect sphere of Real You
not in a jumble
more in a cave with an Etch-A-Sketch
as radioactive
as Loving-

Someone