Don't Look Twice

A short warning poem that frames danger as speed, control loss, and the splitting of light into harsher knowledge.

The compression makes it feel like a flash of cosmic panic.

The poem tells 'you' that 'Your spaceship goes out of control / And your heading for that hole', then turns to light through a prism that 'seperates the spectrum'.

Loss of control is set beside the orderly physics of refraction, so danger and clarity sit side by side. The warning in the title is never explained, which leaves the pairing open.