Written Long Ago For Kore

From beyond these steel gates
I see a string of lights that belong
to vacant warehouses and passing cars
They look vaguely like the industrial skyline
of a ghostly city in the distance
Bands of rectangular yellowed glowing
around unnaturally shaped shadows
and angles that cry out to the wind
it's all too predetermined to be of nature.
The lighting is too dismal and the medium too harsh;
No this is a production of man.
I tilt my head in exhaustion
and let my eyes slip
pleasantly out of focus,
Now the lights blur
into a river of swimming fireflies
always and ever beautiful
to shine on in what can be
a very ugly darkness.
Illumination bleeds into the horizon
eternal in her shapelessness.
Light splinters out
And the night is lit like an alter
of roman candles
speeding and streaming out in all directions
All the stars are alive and singing.
Some grow tails
like comets
Others feather out
like plumes from birds of paradise;
Have you ever noticed when you look at something
Stare at it directly
and nothing changes,
But when you direct your focus
to something unrelated
everything is different?