Last light 2.20.08
The light, seen
from afar, transforms to
many radiant spheres
of expression. Flair, lens.
Your eyes are out of
focus, and you can’t quite
see what is there, because
of the brilliance: it is
so blindingbright,
that the rayed
luminosity, so
eyefilling that you
can barely see
any thing. Any
thing, found — ground.
Anything, sought, dark.
Seeing that, you
might see more.
I’m looking for
that, light that’s
found without.
Within.
tsg (good night)
