Burst: On the World Behind Eyes

Press your eyes with The strength of the Index and the ring finger. What do you see? See the shifting orbs of luminescent aqua, Starry-eyed fireflies wafting in a majestic, arrested stasis. See the fabled constellations Form and appear, illuminating The dark void. They tell Stories of primitive times, Clinking and clunking clubs Banging on the dusty ground While newly-minted fire crackles, Bursting with the galvanizing spirit Of God’s creationist firepower. See the subdued hues ooze freely, Seeping into each other to form Fractious fractals, each corner and Angle forming the triangular wings Of angels singing the songs of Heavenly peace and joyful sublime. Take your index and ring finger off your Eyes. What do you see? See a darkened world seemingly dejected, But with glinting color orbs all around, Threatening to burst through the sun-kissed Meridians, lingering in purgatory. One only needs the strength to find them.