Sun-Blind

"When all is said and done, monotony may after all be the best condition for creation."

Day breaks with violence
and the scream
of a fluorescent blue sky
drags fluid from the eyes,
in thin, trickling,
salty tides
that bring relief
to a beach of inflamed skin

Episodic gazing at the sun
gives the lie to blindness
expressing the wish
of oblivion only
as the psychadelic
imprint of a
white-hot tunnel
where everything ceases.