People bubbles move along the wall,
Shadows of hurtling machinery obscuring their vision,
Obscuring the image they project.
There is nothing definite,
Only vague glimpses and an uncertain feeling
Of something's existence.
People play on my mind:
What's close is so solid;
As soon as there is a little distance,
The mistiness sets in.
Things become tantalising mysteries
And what we think we know
Is discovered as just a dream.
Rays splay out into a fan of sunlight
While echoes of the darkness still linger -
They hover over what is most important:
Small reminders of a long journey
Now past.
The universe is testing my commitment with its counter-moves,
Questioning my resolve.
At times the resolution is definite:
Clarity wins.
At others, there are smoky outlines, dark centres.
I smile at both.
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