as i close my eyes
there’s a sudden darkness that trap the extremities of scenes
but most, there’s a circle of black universe that rolls blaring the screen
but only for a while
take a longer temporary blindness
and the picture is much more clearer
and scenes are continuing leading to the end
(by Walt Whitman)
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,…….
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.