IN YOUR EYES

Papaya papyrus oblong hyperstrobefeather
windflutter sift, in increment of Instagram, cascading voyeuristic,
Shifting in the semantic heart of history,
Start has the same root word as star, coincidence? 
I stared at the sun as a child because I heard it would blind me.  
There was too much in the world I did not care to see.
The eclipse came and passed.
The light bleeds in 
a chemical satori,
perhaps today will last forever,
perhaps I can genuflect to eclipse the elliptical,
change the chance of radiating Radio Bukowski.
They are carpet bombing reason again...
Remember the newspeak daily newsweak, 
harvest of soon?
I recall the incremental,
and 
revise the memory of the eternal
in your eyes.

The video that follows this is from my fellow artist friend Jubal Brown.  Do check out his work, he's very good the section with the flashing eyes seemed to suit this poem-very haunting and interesting imagery.