The arrangement of photons hits my eyes Like a blast For it could be any- it is just light But no, it is not. It is a face I see Not just any, Nay, not of the ordinary, And yet it could be any. Not in terms of its source, its literal transmission Of the image- that is only you represented. But it is more. It is a vessel of life to my eyes, Every glimpse a thumping rhythm and racing monologue For it is not just the light reaching my eyes- No, it could not just be any- For it is you And everything you are And therefore it is Like nothing I have ever seen.