Drifting through a forest
chasing fleeting insights
cinders drifting into the night,
from a fire now furiously bright.
Stunned, we wait
for the after-image to fade, uncertain
of what to do when the darkness returns.
wait until morning, then
press fingers against eyelids &
try to believe
the phosphenes are unique:
you open your eyes again to let them
over familiar scenes,
does it seem
as if anything
Are all things still