reworked: erythro-sight

the pain(t) wants out:
wants eyes to stop from
drifting cross the traffic
there is something alive here
you'll run over it if
you'll run into it if
you'll see.

before the color freezes
as it in moments living crawls
across the surface of the moon
roving, courseless, coursing, slow
in too much air to breathe
in too much air to breathe
too much-

let it burn across your windshield
for but a moment, see only red
let the color give you pause
in your blind circulation
your endless exchange
of fresh for stale,
and stale for fresh:
there once was something alive here
it ran under you
it ran within you
you’ll see.