Have you ever had surgery? What for?
Cessation and the sting of
Yellow hearts to tell everything
Three breaths to fly into terminal
Moments. You wake in a spiral
Unable to become an image
Each justice, an amber river
Until you ache like approaching storms
Climbed into wheat fields and
Tasted nectar in your breath
Pool
Blaze of Obscurity 
This reminds me of my father’s description of being awake (necessarily) during his eye surgery, though in that case, the color was green. 🙂
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