...at the edges of things...

Shapes, words, feelings

coming to me at the edges of things,

faint transmissions growing

stronger like the breath that says

ah-hah, little discoveries

in a quiet space, eyes closed

as colors filter through,

iridescence moving in from the

upper right of my consciousness,

tuning the body, cords of muscles

and sinew and fascia and tendon

stretched and loosened sympathetically

as if I'm an instrument ready to be plucked

or touched, the energy around me the player.

The edges of things, little horizons,

distant peaks that emerge in relief

as my mind quiets behind eyes closed,

trusting, as my body adjusts, this balance,

this vision without sight...