I put the stigma n astigmatism

i see the lights i see them bursting to be seen i see them burning through the night i see the lights and wonder how many are angels? with their soft halo of blues, reds, greens i see the lights and their spikes shooting outwards filling my pupils the hole of my retina i see the lights they see me, too but i put my glasses back on and instead of the lights, i see myself in the lens' reflection