I close my eyes.
Gold stripes across my vision,
remnants of what I witnessed.

Speckling my sight like a starry sky,
there is red upon my right,
and to the left is white.

Lampposts hover for many minutes,
unshakable as the sun, like
windows streaking through my sides.

Behind my eyes,
the light remains alive.

But all this light
makes it kind of hard to see.