Mathematics of Light
The wavelengths of daylight
register on bright equipment:
flutterings across a spectrum
from infra-red to ultraviolet.
Discover me at an ice age,
at a midnight of colour,
in a place where rainbows
unbind themselves completely.
But you stand in the noon.
Shadows are inventing themselves
over your quickening retina;
the day moves on to shade
when spires are like pen-strokes
in the heat haze… It’s
like Newton’s gold trances
as he skimmed slates on the sea,
like Einstein’s chatter over tea,
borealis, wispy cigarettes. It’s
down to the human to live it, take
it in. Keep my sunlight warm for me.
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