transcendental dilation

Went to the eye doctor today for a check-up, EDPCF, OLDIE, WHUTA, OHBOI "Okay. You have two very healthy eyes." Good. Thank you. "Here let me just put these little drops in here to dilate the pupils to double-check." plop plop wait wait back in comes the doc looking like Jesus - hallowed and floating in a brilliant, glowing haze. The Son of God sits close, turns on a light pen, looks around, passing a little illuminated gold slat of light over my retinal surface as if to check the cavern's conditions before spelunking into my soul. "Can I look right at it? It looks pretty," I say, the light wand skimming the surface of my cornea. "If you want. It won't fry your eyeballs or anything." So I track the pulsing whitegold bar, see around it the wavelengths of glorious light's constituent colors. Nice. Maybe the most proximate thing I've ever observed.

wee headache.

Later then, driving away with my plastic Stevie Wonder glasses, I figure, what the hell and take them off. OOoooohbright! pupils the size of dinner plates (the gzact opposite of two weeks prior that kicked off my spate of unparanoid check-ups. then... deep toxification from scant access to the new liquid resin material that was going to (not any more) redefine my artwork. ["I have one word for you.... Plastics."] Then, I left school a bit early, feeling thinthin (in soul, not body) and weiheiheird. I looked in the same car mirror. NO pupils. Okay, little t-e-e-n-i-e ones. Teacher/Cat/Venutian/...Patient.

Okay so. today pupils the size of dinner plates. Not wise to forego the shades or to experiment visually while driving, but it made the effect all the cooler. The effect? I can only say that the white we see is not the white that is possible. Triplewhite, Highwhite, Superwhite, Godwhite. No term good enough. Maybe the last. The Platonicideaofwhite, flashing past me. Cyclists covered with jewels. Fenders, covered with jewels. Lets see my necklace in the mirror: jewels covered in jewels. Gorgeous.

Okay, so yes, I have a headache. A Highwhite one. An earned one. From a different and dazzling afternoon. Bit by bit I look more normal, less like a Bushbaby. Bit by bit the divine retreats from my worldly domain.

I don't need glasses.
But clearly I do need spectacles.