He sits beside me—
10 seat a part: we are both
the extreme points of a smile: those two deep
points like craters marks on earth,

we are station to station:
            (ear to ear) yet

I see his eyes pierce through a thickened wall
of reality—thoughts flow like rivers
in them, gleaming with the golden burn
of the sunlight—he looks forward.

(his iris is a pure brown forest; I swear
I was lost in it while tracking a lost dream.)

In a distant light, I see him become
a slick canvass—coated with exploding fireworks—

a masterpiece—a painting of nature
—I haven’t seen
            (and might never, as well…)