blurs the facts,
its shade not keen or rational like that of sunlight
seeking to capture the nature of its subject;
it seeks, rather, to let it go,
to show what it is not …
Because it is what is not animal in us, the best intentions
we still have
at the moment of perception: to see it all.
Then we grow hot, tragic and fleshed
dividing. The world we live in
is going to change, to more than disappear.
This is the light that blinds you by degrees
that it may always feel like sight.