Saw it in Braille
  come randomly pouring out
  in a wave of black ice
  and nighttime and then
  in a fast moving storm
  with singalong thunderclouds
  the soft explosion
  of dayfall and then
  
  orange and blue
  the fire is starting
  shimmering through
  the chemical garden
  i am not alone
  stumbling through
  the chemical garden
  
  behind these black eyes
  a story is playing out
  atop a cloudy hill
  the verdict is read
  on every lip
  the sound of the feather falls
  a wave of nighttime's
  electrical head
  
  though I refuse to see
  i'm suddenly shown
  cut through the sweetest parts
  to get to the bone