Glass against glass set against the light
Of sharp winter suns on weary northern nights
Blinding as an interrogation too tired to resist
Answers that crash and burn like lies
But persist, behind the hand that shades the eyes.
There are always other resources
Than seeing as we must. Glasses to glasses
Trust to trust. Close your eyes, lower the blinds
Trust that each ray will bend and find
A transmuted beauty, a glory of glow
That’s enough for the night, sufficient to know.