How to see it.

A few times
not often
the world changes colour.

too often it's
distracted
by footpaths
like cliff-faces.
I must climb
over
you
and all that exists
is up
or death

but sometimes
not often
I am reminded
by
the hidden veil
of diamond dust
feel
the abdominal hearth
and
stand back
linger upon
something youself
with
your will
your kindnesses
your sperm
your conjunctions
your own two eyes
have
created