While I danced that night
A slice of light
Slipped into the corner of my eye
And then wrought a bright purity
In the deafening dark of the room.
The people became cellophane pieces of themselves
And the light shone through them
Splashed colours in circles on the wall
Like psychedelic strobe lights
And then the corner of my eye
Pulled my being in a changed direction
My soul whipped past at a strange degree
To turn and look at you.