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.