INDIGO
Galactic Deeps, the velvety shadow
of archangels passing...
Eyes expand into cosmic telescopes
their retinas, into bottomless black holes
to other worlds.
The computer engine at the back
fires up, hooks in
its all-seeing omni-directional lenses transmitting both ways,
albeit 180 degrees ahead, beyond:
- the other half being personal, internal.
Worker-bee neurons unravel their codes
and scripts
informing, updating line managers
and their hierarchical ilk.
Dear things!
What to do in such a constraining dimension
but go up or down,
playing the polarity game
in the inescapable prison of Spacetime;
basic organs of sense and sight
the only memory tools.
Like the inky depths of sea-trenches,
within yawny chinks of sleep,
where dragons and nightmares brood,
and black light shimmers, shadowless;
there, the weighty curtain of infinitude
coalesces into azure-indigo
- at least 450 nanometers in diameter.