Cushions and chairs in orange

an olive green pillow

rings of the cane ceiling lamp shade

cast concentric halos in the room

a scintillating candle flame

emanating colors, drawing depth of field

articulated where I look —

Mexico colors, she says.

Layers of latticed pixelation

weave diffusion and transition

of light, color, and sound —

holding an undulating

fluid space of hues in the room.

the weave bends corners of the wall

in visible diffraction

with the glowing table lamp shade —

the morphing lattice propagates —

continuous swirling swarms dance,

a murmuration of starlings,

gently touch the skin of my face.

I slipstream the unfolding loom.

the candle’s luminescence

transitions with the halo of the leaves,

merging with the table lamp’s radiating glow.

Luscious green fields

in terraced patches on mountains,

scales of butterfly wings

cascade down the mountain face.

the closer I look the deeper it gets.

each pixel a violet bellflower

that she wanted to plant.

Indigo blue veins

connecting black dots,

fringed with pulsating pink,

on flapping creamy white wings —

petals of the framed moth orchid —

a flaring nostril pulsating in rhythm

with the smiling heart

and throbbing veins of the bulb,

collapsing the universe —

she is angry, I say.

The smile —

her face, a beacon.

gold, grey, yellow hair aglow

with a green halo.

her face echoes behind,

reverberating into the weave —

to reach and touch

would not preserve sanctity,

for the butterfly could fly away.

Did you see —

the peering monsters,

the fluttering radiance

of reverberating feathers

on wings of birds and butterflies,

conducted by the music?

Are dreams and visions

contagious like yawns?

consciousness looking together,

delineating membranes

melt and disperse

into the tessellation.

The top of the window curtain allows

a smeared halo of colors on the ceiling,

towers of Sagrada Familia,

a morning beacon

on the shores of oceans,

guiding ships.