Light Operation

Flying a spaceship
through a canyon
splinters the ship
and cracks the canyon
I am looking
for officers of light
I wave a candle
in a cave
but no one is there
to reflect me
the opposite of light
is making mirrors
out of men
they look like suns
I find a man
and lay him out
on the nose
of the ship
he is ablaze
in the face
of my curvatures
of mood
he is no aurora
but I am
ultraviolet
I give him back
to his world
purple