she said,beauty hidesin plain sight,virtually unknown:a blinding elegancefloating throughspace-time,searching.
From nuclear explosions,Bluetooth. From pollen dust, tinted eye lens.
Pure as fireWas life-force willed, Sweet Sophia’s seed: Birthed sans malice Demiurge now shows.
Sit down,sit closer to your feelings.Escape into your sadness — to look it in the face,and gaze deeper…