Clarity surfaces and sinks
When the moon is behind the clouds it is fine.
When the moon is behind the earth it is fine.
When the moon is behind me it is fine.I can see my friends
I can't see past my eyes.
Summer days are nose pressed against the red gallery pastels
Hot palms
interlocked tomato brains
roasting sweating buildings blinking
window
The town inhales
monthly sifts and settles
VR mimics the retina.
