Drifting through a forest,
between the dark leaves &
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 light leaves us again.
So we wait
until morning, then
press fingers against our eyelids
try to believe the phosphenes are unique;
we open our eyes again to let them
over familiar scenes
does it seem
as if anything
Are all things still
or have they subtly,
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Rattling clean site, thankyou for this post.