Refraction of Sunrise

Exposition
A comprehensive explanation of an idea
Or the act of making something known

And yet, the ocean parted her lips to drink the steel mask of dawn
I witnessed the iridescent carved face as it rose from its own mirage
The sky, the great refractor, painted her skin with a fiery smile
I rubbed my eyes
The sun was not meant to appear for another five minutes
I was stunned, confused
What was this strange fiction?
Was the oracle wrong?
Oh, Goddess of glimpses
Your twisted elixir of mixed wisdom is, if nothing else, consistent
Nothing is a given

Two
The boy was my lover
Bent like a straw in the water
Did I stutter?
His kisses consisted traversing from glass to the air I exist in
Screens and transistors
In this shift in medium, relay occurs
The thought falls obedient, retraces hurt
The arc of a memory
Such that it touches my vision above where my lover has written
His kisses were felt as a pulse on the lips
But electron repulsion kept particles fixed at a distance
So, I hunger for truth
But knowledge brought losing the softness of youth

Three
Development
A specified state of growth or advancement
Or a new stage in a changing situation

The sunlight tracks acolytes of stunned sight
Why are glimpses of delicate minutes suppressed?
We exist as meandering metal and darkness
Falling flocks over the Goddess
Confused, I screened kisses and refracted horizons
His knowledge is strange, I relay five minutes
Retrace the stutter
Bent above meant nothing
Kneel, for such thought consisted of its own decided hiding
His own slow resistance, written
Twisted obedient boy, an inside vision from glass
It was youth
Birds of paradise, quite fixed, appear given
The arcminutes of fiction were moving, but their image was stolen
Disordered water where skin carved a borrowed transistor
The wrong oracle, the mirage, painted light with hunger
At dawn's angle, sun mask repulsion existed as oceans
In iridescence, some lips avoid distance like particle elixirs
Fiery straws longing for parted steel drink
Losing mixed feeling and longing the curve
His dark eyes stole the horizon
Electron wisdom kept a pulse stunned in the truth felt by thinking
For it is the observer who decides which is real and which is illusion
We choose them
We choose

Four
Reconciliation
The restoration of a relationship
Or the act of making dissonant ideas compatible once more

And yet, the ocean parted her lips to drink the steel mask of dawn
I witnessed the iridescent carved face as it rose from its own mirage
The sky, the great refractor, painted her skin with a fiery smile
I rubbed my eyes
The sun was not meant to appear for another five minutes
I was stunned, confused
What was this strange fiction?
Was the oracle wrong?
Oh, Goddess of glimpses
Your twisted elixir of mixed wisdom is, if nothing else, consistent
Nothing is a given

Five
The sun is our lover
Bent like a straw in the water
Did I stutter?
His kisses are distant
In moving from void to the air we exist in
They feel some resistance
In this shift in medium refraction occurs
Light kneels obedient and tracks out a curve
The arc of the angle is such
That it touches horizon above where our lover is hiding
His kisses are witnessed by subjects with eyes
Subjective gazes, subject to subtlety
But perhaps our desperate hunger for light
Is what stole these kisses so early and bright

Six
Both light and empty
Equidistant, and the sharp
Self, image distant

You alright Sami?
Yeah, I'm good
Are you practising?
Err... kind of