Beauty is Imperfection

I closed my eyes tight and saw phosphene butterflies
Closed them tight and saw
A yellow cloud in space with a hole in it
I closed my eyes tight and saw brown outer space
With colored stars, red, blue, green, yellow, purple

My eyes:
They knew exactly what to do with the dark
And the light they drank in
Spilled back and forth like milk in a saucer
Free from whatever animal gland had expressed it

I closed my eyes and the light was mine
mushroom cloud shapes
They pinched off some yang
And made some yin

I tried to be many eyeballs
To untangle logic from insight
Because I know the danger of seeing
Springs from its own privilege

I squeezed my eyes tight against the oppressive danger
Of a world that is all reflection and no source

I squeezed my eyes shut tight
knowing that playing with the light
And being with the light
are different

I squeezed my eyes shut tight to know there is no blindness
And everything
from a taste
to a smell
to a sound
makes a picture
And that this constant forming
of pictures
cannot be helped

I squeezed my eyes shut tight to see my future and my past

Conspiracy of seeing
I am a part of it

Conspiracy of seeing
You have to see it
And so you must constantly
Squeeze your eyes shut