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.
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