Incandescence

The focus burns through a paper-thin reality seared rings smolder, the laser fixed eye becomes a fire starter. You watch that slow burn as the watcher watches the one who watches. The foothills of mind catch the tinder, simmer until lightning strikes flash upon an optic nerve, a flare of solar plexus radiance scorches all before it. A wind is unchained from a giant painting of stillness it runs through a hallowed valley of spinal awareness charring the seen until an exposure takes on the shape of molten heat. Now the one who looks has broken through the tissue of perception.