(A Story of I)



in a dark room...


once i knew color.  once, i met color.  once, i lost color
it broke my heart.  it broke my love.  it opened my eyes.

once, i knew the color of movement, of light, of time.
i remember once, there was yellow gold,
like the sun, like the hills, like earth.
but now it's just white.  colorless light.


in a dark room, a window fills with the story of light.
immaterial, an illusive presence seems to fill me with light.
the light is the form of the darkness inside me.

in a dark  room, i close my eyes, my will to what,
in impotent rage, i cannot deny and cannot chase away.
i fight.  i lose, and am replaced by the i, by the universe.
no longer to see through the light, to speak with it.
remembering only the dark.

once i knew light.  once i was inhabited by light.
once, in perception of the darkness, i was alive.


in a dark room, i am invaded by space.



bells ring somewhere.


i wonder --birds?







flatline.