Disembodied Paradoxes

Today I evoke my plastic eyes
to see the universe painted in gossamer blue.
I curve promiscuously, bending in impossibilities
of Möbius strips; folding onto myself
to nth dimensional
space of human experiences.

Disembodied, yet expanding to fill
every corner of your ether
with my sinuous flutters.
Will you find me in your heart
with all my unholy paradoxes?

Your color has infinite eyes,
to keep watching my countless faces;
folding and unfolding in an undivine play.