Language

We are suns glinting off things
Your reflection blooms in blades
Unobservable save
Where tip pierces eye
The warp and weft of your image
Shear through unfathomable
Knots of histories
To refract through cornea
And become an iridescent expression
Of time
The thing itself forgone
How do you read mine?
Truth is a sealed letter
Above which our imaginations frolic