Ad Infinitum

I want this page to be crossed
through, teased like some vintage
bouffant 'do, circa 1950.
Dotted over each eye the way
fractals focus and tunnel forward
in slow motion wavs catching
the right spot, that reflection
reflecting its own energy-image.
Sing this poem with makeshift color,
the brightest tones likened to
pixels perpetuated on the latest
high definition screen; deepest to
light blue, reds, greens, the sun
most lit tan of eyes shaded from gray.
And when complete I want this page
to be my gift to you.