You are a million miles away
With a surface made from
A weak and nothing material
We will not see your soul when it bursts
With blinding light, outside

I sit beside you reading
It’s completely silent, like a vaccuum
Took all of the air from the room
I turn my head to look at you, my neck makes no noise
Against the fabric of my jacket

Something isn’t right with your image.
I trace every shadow and line
Seeking a subject of visual scrutiny
And finally pin down, under your arms, a glow
That hasn’t always been there.
Bright orange–where is it coming from?
I broaden my search
Eyes sweeping rapidly across you
Until at once, the gestalt before me comes into focus
You are lit from underneath
Your entire being
Has an iron-hot silhouette
Like an event has begun