Caught in a prism of light,

alone in the calibrations of colors,

I began to seek your future

in the reflective age of information

with sunlight. This or that, alone

on a stage of personal flower,

I was just so many different

engines of attention: a shy numinist,

a confessor, an unaccountable joker,

an innocent who can’t have

any idea of what it’s like

to be in love. An island of such

great complexity, my heart beamed

still through worlds, worlds.

And I began to think of you

—today, tonight

and for the rest of my life.