Orange

This poem is an orange crystal,
a pure hollow structure
full of light energy consciousness
flowing in all directions.
Inside the glowing glass surface
the burning nucleus bubbles,
building sound of heavenly
synthesised symphonies.
Light folds in on itself then breaks out
Shattering glass words.
An ejaculation of reds and purples
a brush of blue on the horizon
and the poem is invisible once more.