HALF DARK, August 2019
The light just came out.
The sameness is what’s visible to the eye from now on
The darkness makes everything become one.
Squint your eyes, find two street lamps in the distance.
Maybe a few patterns of house bulbs, perhaps 40 watts...
Half asleep
Half awake
Half wandering
Half smiling
Half feeling...
My eyes are half-closed, half-open
Past, future and present are all gone
There is only the ‘it all just happened’ time we have in hand
I count and count and put those moments aside, so that they passed
It is the darkness that makes me say all these things
I am talking about what I see in my sleeps,
They look always the same
The earth, the sky, the house, the tree, the water are different
But
The night, the cave, the nook are always the same
It is the darkness; that makes you talk, I say.
Light always shows itself and runs away