NEUTRINO EYES

Chris Wayan, April 1983

Dedicated to other involuntary psychics
in a world that denies our existence.

I see this you, the who-you-are. Textured circumference Subtle as Star. Arches of light, your hands reach out-- But inside, something blank-- No fusion at the core! The Apples of the Sun are gold Only to spectral eyes Bred to taste the blush of skin. I have no eye for light: See through the summerdress flowered of fire; I rip the fair Fabric of blaze, Your radiant face. I worm down your dark eyes Ashamed all the way-- Probe on in, Larval, obscene, Down your dark wounds To convection's core. Your privatest transmutations:

Gold, oxygen Iron or soot-- I lay all bare Your root. Neutrino eyes. Neutrino eyes! I curse the god who gave me Worms for eyes. I maggot-gnaw, mar sun on sun Seeking that ten millionth one-- Lover with fusion at the core! Who in that alchemy could burn Larva to phoenix And humaneyes me to skindeep hues So I'll be dazzled blind-- Bask in shallow sweet-scent light-- Delirious rich breezes that Ooze from the rind. I'd gladly leave your cyanide seeds Private in their core For other neutrino eyes to see. Not many, but... we are.