And then it ends
So I arrive
At places
Unexpected
Sometimes pretty
Sometimes dour
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes flowered
Thinkers explore
Every possibility
And dreamers
Every impossibility
With every step
With every breath
With every thought
Unconscious
Inconsequential
Commitments
I live
In a state
Of commitment
The new obscures the old
The old shines through the new
A temporal collage
Of overlapping insights
Expressions, realizations
Hoping, in the end
The sum of it all
Creates some enduring meaning
If I could learn to love myself
Completely
I would no longer want to hate
That kind of inner light is
Impenetrable
Even to hate’s formidable darkness
And the tunnel
Is only the sum of my fears
Confining me
When the flash came
Night became a day like no other
Just several seconds long
With the intensity of a hundred suns
When the flash came
I was happy not to be in a doorway
As I watched the paint sizzle
In the nuclear sunlight
Police stations
And hospitals
Apartment buildings
And condemned spaces
Secret headquarters
And schools of magic
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
Video captured during travels, last night, 2017
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