“We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates”
I have found beauty in the centre of the sun
The spot where the eye goes black
Overwhelmed
inside the death of photons
Buried in the cones and rods
of my retina until
their corpses spill,
In blackened electric skeletons.
Washed in the unrelenting sea,
I see my thoughts,
drowned
I breathe for a moment
Me and the sun staring one another
shards looking back to—
and the colours,
the colours we could be.
I have found beauty in the centre of the sun
The spot where the eye goes black
Overwhelmed
inside the death of photons
Buried in the cones and rods
of my retina until
their corpses spill,
In blackened electric skeletons.
Washed in the unrelenting sea,
I see my thoughts,
drowned
I breathe for a moment
Me and the sun staring one another
shards looking back to—
and the colours,
the colours we could be.