Hour One: Glimmerings

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.

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