Standing in the dark
surrounded by spectrum
im not built to sense.
And seeking new direction,

Again, in the light.
My heat infected skin
Pain is attracted
By ultraviolet sin.

Again in the dark,
A world i cannot see
Hovers high above me
by sight, hidden from me.

What little i can see,
as the light returns to me
The sources, far away
Are masked again by day.

Iridescent retreat.
the unreachable return to me.
Though the known unknowns remain,
Recording history

Maybe we can see
well, not personally
But by other means
Its revealed to me
red, blue, and green
in translation see