Trying to overcome the dark,
we become dazzled by shining bulbs.
Nothing is visible in this glowing darkness,
We have made a new darkness in whose light
we blotted out the day,
drawing a curtain across the window.
Trying to cure your despair
I forgot even my miscalculations.
If you do find the flint of hope
as you fumble in this dense darkness,
turn off the light as you leave the room,
so I can see the dark starlight shine
behind my closed eyelids.
From Ret ka Pul (Bridge of Sand, 2012)