“You’ve watermarked my sight with your blinding light.
There you are,
a floating crosshair
aimed at every target
of my eyes.
I cannot blink you away.
For, when I close my lens,
you flash even brighter
in the abyss of my blindness.
Everything I see
is stamped with your beauty.
You’ve etched a tattoo
that transforms my worldview.
You’ve rebranded reality
in its totality.
Your name is on
everything
everywhere
everyday.
At first, I thought it a curse.
“This crosshair is my cross to bear,”
I told myself.
But, upon further inspection,
this distortion of perception
sabotages lacklusters
with starburst clusters.
You are the nebula birthmark
of my born again vision.
Constant constellations
conspire against my grayscale bias.
Shooting stars orbit my crown,
and nevus novas
unveil post-invisible nuances
of unnameable colors
and glistering glorylight.
You’re not on my mind.
You’re in my eyes.
For beholding your heart of liquid gold
was a volcanic vision
that left sunspots
on the windows of my soul
and a scorching scar on my skull.
You illuminate and annihilate.
Your light is as lethal
as a plasma grenade.
You make my eyes water floods
and my heart beat
at hyperspeed.
There is no solution
to your summer solstice,
only the equation
of your equinox
along my equator.
For the subtraction of your addition
leaves me with multiplied division,
an incalculable aftermath.
And the gravity grips me tighter
than a spiraling starfighter,
for I feel like a weapon
with all of this power you’ve left within me.
I’m an assassin staring down
the scope of a sniper rifle.
I am the hitman of humdrums,
the spokesperson for spectrums.
This pen is the trigger,
this ink, the blood,
these words, the bullets.
My viewfinder
is vindicated
in your vicious vivacity,
for now I witness
corpses of dark side craters
bleed moonbows of life
and rise.
When you became a part of me,
piece by piece,
I was able to learn how to love myself fully.
You’ve taught me
that there is no difference
between love and light.”
About the Creator
Faith Freely
I write about love, truth, pain, and color.
IG: @zyspex_poet


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