So Many Silhouettes

Laid across my cornea are the reflections

Of existence

I am all if it

I am the sun, the tree, the panther,

The golden gradient of permeating hues,

Flooding my retina

To my light sensitive pineal gland

My being explodes with the

Melding of ever increasing

Procreation of color

Intensity

All of my cells are oxygenated

With the reverberation

Of this love

How glorious it is to be alive

In this moment