Here – my kaleidoscope

Here – my kaleidoscope –
I turned it on my left eye
& I was blinded by it – by
one so trying – I’ll see her
when I twist that tube – I
will tot up those colours
[behold perfect numbers
marking themselves out
for Euclid’s son] – By this
turning we squeeze it all
dry – scattering triangles
among my rods & cones
across old parquet floors
[doing so I am seeing all]

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