the hallucinated image
of a wholesome
darkness.
flashing its incandescence,
in the eyes of its unknown ghost
my eyes,
groping for an inkling if its reflection
squirt from here and there…
and rest on the banks,
of a glittering afterthought.
...its only me
and this unfathomable I.
And our eternal hide-and-seek.
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