Materials needed
A sheet of plain white paper
A colored marker
A room with a plain white ceiling

I find that red works best for the marker
A deep hue a strong saturation
Do not shilly-shally over
Crimson or scarlet or ocher

Inscribe a nice plump dot of a half an inch
Or a figure with an irregular edge
A solid star or profile or amoebic blob
Nothing too thin or sticklike

Gaze at the figure as steadily as you can
For as long as you can stand to
And try to minimize the movement
That inevitably befalls your eyes

And behold the first of the marvels
The aura that swims about the figure’s edge
The white whiter than plain white paper
The whiteness of an anime Hiroshima

And when you have enjoyed the aura
That dances with your eyes’ involuntary dance
And enjoyed the glorious aura for a good long while
Turn your gaze rapidly upward

And behold the second of the marvels
Dancing on the plain white ceiling
The self-same figure
Though now in a contrary color

And contemplate the harm you have caused
Albeit only temporary to the retinal rods
By filling and overfilling them
Beyond their specifications

A television program appraises objects
Once owned by the haute bourgeoisie
Assigning to each piece a monetary value
At retail or in a well-advertised auction

The look of lust that I mistook
For a look of disdain
Why didn’t you ask she exclaimed
Why didn’t you said I

Out yonder each builds a shrine to Fovea
Supposing the show to take place externally
And all neglect the innermost temple
The Orphic theatre where the real action is