In the Dark
Come, try this exercise:
Focus a beam,
Emptied of thinking, outward through shut eyes
On X, your “god” of long ago.
Wherever he is now the photons race,
A phantom, unrelenting stream,
For nothing lights up. No
Sudden amused face,
No mote, no far-out figment to obstruct
The energy—
It just spends
And spends itself, and who will ever know
Unless he felt you aim at him, and ducked
Or you before the session ends
Begin to glow
