The Eye

Sitting by a pale blue night
I think I might just bite destiny in the tail...
But before I fail, derail this segment
constant figment of my imagination
I imagine that I am not alone
not an imitation, a destination destined for failure...
testing, torturing, tasting His calculation...
waiting for oblivion...

the immaculate conception incandescent with its glow...
I know the fluid thats flows through the spectrum is continuous and defining
refining my notion of His master plan...

one spectrum at a time...

and with each lifetime i die...
and melt my eye. []