bright words to drive away
light of almost an ocean
rescind elegance and eloquence,
spirited away on crude, wisped wings of bronze
can’t tell which
in the glare of common, sullen eyes
sudden sunrise, metaphysical,
plucked from the bowels of this
saturated in haze as murky as shallow.
my fever is not your fever,
still it warms
under this lens gritted with disuse
or too much use,
scorches the dry earth,
renews with flame.
does my bright imagery become you?
or do you still turn away your dark gaze,
fear the reflection?