refractory

bring me blended light
the blank transparent
and invisible; and
i will parse out the
story of the world,
distinguish the motes
of its continuum.

the way each hue has
separated and claimed a word
and a place, settled onto
the world like a skin to
blank and naked bones.
the way each burns impatient
to steal through your
keyhole iris and take
a piece of your perspective.

i will tell you this
and it will be lies and truth
it all is and isn't
it's enough to make one blind
or make one see.
truth isn't in reflection,
mind you:

it's refractory.