Under my skin solar flares lie dormant tickling and itching trying to OUTGAS TO THE DARK SIDE OF EONS - THE MOONS OF SATURN WHICH BREAK LIKE BILLIARD ***** ON THEIR WAY TO NEBULAE have become the pupils of my eyes... my vision blinded by the
sun.
Cathy Jarvis 3/21/2019
This is "concrete poetry". I hope it works with Elliott York's format.