I cannot see you, but eye can !
Ears cannot hear, but the heart can,
Smart Sherlock's  wisdom
might deduce the essence of your silent deflection.
Spiralling on the thermals of the mind,
the higher eye soars surveying  the event horizon that
spreads like an oil slick before my gaze,
The world and all that's in it , out of it,
Spinning ,spinning. I can see,
And of  that interaction, that total neural interface,
that synthesia of being
Was that the step out of the Old?
I'll finish  for today and carry on.

Light on my eye.
sunlight's glinting rays exposing  rainbows
  rippling
shards of lucency impinge my visions cells
prismatic spears waypoints
to  atomic levels of our universe
colours translate to frequencies percieved
the pervading energy  a maze of  tunnels scintillating ,
all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.

There's not a lot to follow here
I hope I make that very clear.
Primary purpose is  contact
React,
do not detract from that which we call Art.
So if I were a flatulist I might expect to still be kissed
but if  a stoic, so heroic and my eyes were just dichroic
well then,
We could do  this  gnostic trick
And vanish,
In one long  transcendent tick.