Life(socalled) was a thing of fragments v a p o r
and a dull, electric pulse just barely holding one piece to another,
and a slow, oozing de comp osit ion
such as a corpse has.
Vincent saw flowers.
He saw long soft leaves like locks of hair
and great blue flapping flowers with golden beaks—
or perhaps he saw green, vertical life
erupting up from low orange flames, like a mir...
A ray of liquid, morning-gold light
warms a clean, clear glass
and the neighbor dust motes
in a swirling manifold splendor
of hard glints and the small, soft
fireworks of a miniature universe.