Beatrice

It is warm, but so bright. I must close your eyes. /
Now we may face it. And yet it glows.

What it is, is light, and me telling you–-the obstacle and the vehicle are the same /
The body we view through, we also risk being consumed.

Do you know the color of light when you close your eyes against it? / It is the color of a rose.

When I say glory this is what I mean / what I am unable to withstand but somehow perceive / that I perceive, and that there is, and I am, and I, eye, aye—the place where the twain shall meet—

What I cannot say with all my saying /
I will say another way: lux. Look / the eye of a needle is an eye—

I can see it / I can see. / And beneath us still the turning of the world. Close my eyes, face the sun, and walk.