A palimpsest of images in writing

On the water I close my eyes - sparkling dots of green and blue

Covering the black void of the back of my eyelids

In my room I close my eyes - then see a ship sinking -  half swallowed by the sea

I watch it from afar -  can’t make out details - a half-sunken ship

When I look up - falling stars flare up in the nights sky - it’s fireworks

The sea turns upwards - it covers my field of view - as if it were a painting

There is a buzzing going around - the image can’t contain its contents

Holes burn through the canvas - parchment becomes black around the flames

Looking at myself from a third-person perspective - I am hardly recognizable

There are horses and divers and darjeeling red too - it is the image I see

The dance of death in the seventh seal 

If that is the end then this must be too

The sun was painted in 1911 with oil on canvas - now you are blinded like a fool