Reflector Beams

so finite

in infinite space,

the mind seeks

for aesthetic reasoning

in order for the body

to feel the answers

conjured up within

the diluted tangles.

 

i use the tattered circle

up above as a group

of a million fireflies

igniting the sky.

having the ability

to connect with

foreign pupils’

of people

at the

same moment…

 

to be locked-in

at the same sight

of relative existence.

 

our eyes

have blotched

the moon with grey

sunspots of

broken images.

 

E. Eliot, USA