Slow Developing Image

He was blinded by choice, The tourist guy, A strange type of stranger, Misapprehended explorer of the World beyond the world. Unable to detach his obsession, Cast it off and away from The beauty of a sun Pouring gamma and ultra-violet Upon a cold, sentient sea. Such beauty blazed, Begged, dared for capture. The polished lens tracked Aloft the clarity of the sky. First, out burned his right eye, Click! Then, the left eye melted, Click! And although he would never See the sun again, Trapped within his brain A slow developing image evolved That would forever shine For he and he alone. And his days were never dark, And his nights never fell. And his two last photographs Bequeathed to others The sheer mad brilliance Bedazzling his visionary head.