equivocate

trying to equate his eyes:
all that slips over the tip of my tongue,
chemically burned on the journey past my lips
due to bitterness,
is the horribly dull, "jade."
such a beautiful stone can't even come close.
analogous to breathtaking,
homologous to iris,
the history of the world
can be learned just by looking at
the invention of the wheel;
cracked in spots, ancient
but radiating warm light.
in just one glance,
i can look down and see the origin of life,
i see the salty seas where organic molecules arose.
i see midnight dust brooms careening across borders,
columnar keratin waving like tall grass in the wind.
i see velvet charcoal
bowing to ponds over populated with protists, bacteria.
i see delicious sea weed
with 40 tiny arms fighting for a bite.

i see beauty.