It seems to you as if you understand
History’s blind spots
The dark periods which suffer
From a lack of material
Evidence
And testimony.
As if you can feel
The coming of the warm breeze
From behind the border
Regions of the reasonable
Mind
Where judgment flows into
Faith.
You leave.
Before light appears
You can feel it
And sense
A kind of irresistible
Un-humanlike warmth
Moving into the world
Which you still
Call your
Own.
Afterwards the light itself
Opens your
Eyes.
You have this premonition:
The world can change
In just a few
Heart-beats.
Close your eyes.