Silent Celebrations in Granulated Darkness

In the transparency of darkness, time granulates.

Something is alive.

Alternating motionlessness;

Now and now,

                now and now and

                                now and now

paired distances closing.

 

Sight is sightless

all but the twisted kaleidoscope-

feigned whiteness

jacketing robust vivid hues- Visible

again and again,

                again and again and

                                again and again

paired distances closing still.

 

Till distance is but abstract.

 

Sporadic revelations,

feigned no further.

Ripe sentiment reeks,

binding, blinding- a celebration of its newfound haven

displacing translucency with transparency.

 

Unalternating,

unfeigned;

Celebrating

right here

 

in the transparency of darkness.

Time is ungranulated.