It’s right here, in the darkness. Stretch out your hands and stroke it. Pet it, feel its soft form, strain Your eyes and you can swear to yourself That you see it. It’s here, its curves are its rhythm. Its darkness is its light. Fall into it And feel how it sounds: see how it feels. It is as true as your very blindness, the Controlled chaos of your closed eyelids. It is true. It changes, right before your Very eyes. It wraps itself around yourself; yourself around Itself — a hypnotist’s swirl of unending size. As big as the darkness it blends with, Becomes one with, that swallows you up and Includes you. Reach out, strain your eyes; it is present.