Wiping the webs and dew from my withered eye*
Centuries under Luna's light
Red and yellow fade back into the grey
Knowledge is color
Absorbed by the grey
And forgotten at sunrise

Collidescope stars shoot through cornea openings
Twinkling displays expose that silhouette
His silhouette
After many rotations I will search for him again

Iridescent light bursts through the grey
Now that the radiant oil warps my eyes
With collective vision
And sweaty palms
I reach into his shadows
And stick my hand inside the sand
To pull on the strings of whatever was and whatever will be
And become everything and nothing one a finger at a time
From the sea soaked dust of time