I Was Painted For You

I was painted for you,

a cloud of unspeakable radiance.

That first glimpse of pure otherness,

in whose presence you bloom out

and out

and out.

The space behind me in the frame

was a perfectly composed harmony.

You could grasp it in an instant,

you could live in it forever.

There wasn't a single meaning,

there were many.

Magic and delirium

Past and future

Luck and fate

Time poured, expanding out

and out

and out.

And there I was.

I was painted for you,

beyond words

through all kinds of different angles

trapped in the heart of light,

I was painted for you.