There is a mark on the retinaI’m told I must watch, twice
the optic nerve. I blink& see the dark side of a moon
dissolving into the worldits shadow obscures, a dead star.
If I close the lid the moon burnsbrighter, flipped now, as if lit
from beyond, ocular terraincoming into view, as if gazing
into night’s ghost, a curse,a reminder of a night you chose
stranger visions, electric blue.Yes, I followed you, compass
rose, a fool’s mistake, you’d say,giving love where there is no love.
Blind, I roamed the labyrinthyou wandered the other
direction, further, onwards.Wherever was I following to
on instinct, so lovingly, hopingto be turned towards, a cure
of light reflecting off stone,to be called my own name?
Now water rises in the gut,& I see, I…