Pictures - 40 Watt Sun

There is a swelling shadow, formlessly

Moving behind my lover’s light;

Self-sustaining, feeding off itself

Its ever-changing shape I cannot bear to see

Moving stills of sound and light are spilling through

The projector of my mind;

playing like the first time

I am no less unprepared;

And a darkness undresses me of everything

Don’t bend my eyes to that horizon —

Rather let me fill with meaning every corner of the sky;

Eyes which may be born of believing

I could not be needed so much by anyone

The picture whole is seldom seen

And far less understood

I’ll see only fragmentary parts

And fill the spaces as the dark deems right

Turn me away from that horizon

There is no too great a distance I will not stretch my eyes —

Before the shadow is perfected

By the last time;

And the last time