#112 - to the naked eye

21.4.20

112

to the naked eye             

are how many stars

with a world like ours?

tell me the lights of their tribe

and their city

though they won’t name things so

still they other end the scope

how far in time

can we see back

with the naked eye?

it must be a kind of rudeness

rough precision

thingy with it

whom you trust

so I see you

find a face

atom in molecule

on bug and bigger

all unseen

from an early age

I knew the pixels

made up everything

each child her own Democritus

and touch the rain to tongue

by gossamer, a wing

I love the worlds I cannot see 

the weather in me as well

all of the everywhere in fact

and underscope, just by the way

here’s me looking up

how long does it last, the naked eye?

glass flows more slowly

darkly through

forests haunted

with unknown eyes

followed like a train of thought  

ask your inner empiricist

how far to the naked eye (?)

go to it just for confirmation

what was believing again?

I saw luck when it left me

I saw the devil dance

asked an angel out

without any specs

all this mere scribble

diaphanous and all unveiling

are the colours called?

would we know them if?

I love the worlds I cannot know

and none of these my home