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.