An optical illusion, the light
So near in the distance I could almost see
How darkness is a trick,
Retinal magic,
As if light dies, disappears
In vacuous depths
Of Unknown formulas,
Mathematical solutions drifting,
Falling from a time ledge,
A mere absence appearing,
Ending where infinite limitation begins.
So much,
I know,
We don’t know—
A lighthouse
Pixelating fog, like
A doubt haven, full
As half-way moments,
Declaring safety by
a glint, the light
In the flash of a bullet
Seeking its target.