There, right before you, was a big black wall
full of hazy graffiti.
In the dark was Oblivion, dilating your eyes
only to be blinded in three.
And like a neon sign, that'd had too much to blink
the wall lit that instant.
That hazy graffiti, flashed a million things
that were only too coherent.
In a burst of reflex, when you closed your eyesand saw a dark blue ink.
Were filled with some ease, from that painted graffiti
but it left too much to think.
When another moment passed, it took away the shards
of the broken thoughts you had.
And free did you feel, in an unsettling breeze
of the shards that flew right by.
Then the dark blue ink, that had appeared to be
protecting you, like an ally.
it thinned, it darkened, in red streaks it sharpened
like a clouded malicious sky.
As the spiraling metal, on the stove under a vessel
curls and warms and burn.
In an uncanny semblance, in flickering fluorescence
you saw the graffiti unfurl.
On waves of warm radiance, right under your eyelids
the million images grew bright.
They hovered for some time, and danced for another,
like kites at the break of twilight.
When your heart was calmed, by sincere denial
what was left were silhouettes.
The impressions had gone, the thoughts were blurry
with confidence you raised your eyelids.