A first draft, shared with dVerse.

LIGHTS OUT

Blinded by light or
in pitchblend darkness
able suddenly to see,
the old equation whereby
night must end before
the truth of day
can bring its wisdoms
twists on its axis like
a magnet, its polarity
reversed. All illumination,
flash and filigree,
recedes, a brilliant shadow
quenched and I’m left,
unfixed, unaccommodated,
free as a carbon trace
in a cold, cold hearth.