Looking rather like
A rotationally challenged pair
Of the reddest veined breasts

I gaze back into my rendered
Retinas, which are healthy
And good, I guess, since childhood

Deigned them only a short
Focal length, shorter than my
Memory of anatomy

As retinas go. Blindingly obvious
The parallels with trees and roots
Or things with roots that see

Faintly tracing back a path
Through blood to something core
And bright as a disk

As sunset merged into dusk
under musical vibrations
of the moon
as witnessed by starlight
in its nascent form

a couple pranced around in circles...
upon the surf’s euphonic music
into oceanic depths,
boundless, fathoms….
a seed had been implanted ….

a flower through requisite moments,
transformed the genes
into a pretty form

as the midnight chimed into eternity
beyond the limitless folds of time
ere the aurora,
the twilight emerged
as a magnificent dawn
a maestro was born.

None the wiser,
are we, 
were we, 
will we be.

After the before,
going through that very door,
to where, 
a better place,
a haven,
a port of call,
is that all.

Or is there more behind that door,
stop up and listen,
what was that,
only my feet on the mat,
and yet I thought
I heard...
or did I,
no.

Its silent here,
just like a landscape full of snow,
the only sound,
a stream down far below. 

THEY

Maybe the angels
Saw the light
Like mosquitoes in the night
Bulb turned on
In my room

So they hurry through opened window to me!

And I'm telling them

-There's no life in here for you,
you're going to die.

I

I'm peeking through keyhole!
There's me in an empty room

It's summer night
Just to let you know

If I open the window
Mosquitoes will enter

This way
Completely is enough for me