The eye is an arrow of light.

A spark gap sizzles and burns.

Light is white heat.

What comes back is the world.

The eye is the world’s voice.

Trees, rocks, clouds, they all speak.

They take you.  Speaking through,

not at.  A bridge the whole body walks.

The body wants.  Hey baby,

I look, you look, he she it looks.

You raze the landscape.  Hot, don’t touch.

Sun, moon, dark slashed with starlight.

What inner, what skull flash.