A circular planet with an off center core
Lighter than the rest
Visible, the energy burning
Out one side stretches a tail of cell and nerve
Rooting its way back into the end of the brian
And
Out the other
Spurting
A fountain of blood vessels
And how can I see the pastel golds and greens and blues and browns painted above
When I know your looking through two extraterrestrial planets — That you don’t know you have —
That you stand two worlds away from this one
Two spheres, two prisms that paint all the colours of your world different from all the colours of mine
And give you focus where I see mass of shape and colour.
Your eyes will never be beautiful because
You don’t know what they look like from the inside and
You will never have to understand your body for it to work or know who you are to have a soul
These things are just given for no reason at all.