I.
The imagery is quick.
The shockwaves complicit.

Little diamond-shaped holes
begin to chatter,
then tear open my soul.

II.
Beneath the vision
there is sorting to do.

Pictures give way to sensation
without words,
made scripture—
a poet’s artform.

III.
Emotion: the scarred ground of transmutation.

Turbulent,
rich with aliveness.

My hands tremble
to scratch it down
before the feeling
and the picture
are gone.

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