A dampness conjoins with my skin The rustling of trees communicates with my sleep The skies conform beyond me Inconspicuous, but sure They signal a brightness Discarding some black to coalesce with the blue An iodopsin release They signal a brightness that (io) I wish I'd known would not (dopsin) Again be seen (retina) We take great care of the materials in place These contours These lips These gyrating hips Am I insane or is this it? All this flint and tinder It's a transcending efflux What else could this be but a perfect discovery?