feature the nature a darkness
And us like blind wights yet flawless;
We go about in normal ways.
Things are akin magnetic sways;
Atoms, quarks are real blank- shapeless-
Invisible shield, things pieces,
Brightened? turned hovering arrays.
You seat and lean as if in space;
Also, your body only is
Occulted from optic notice.
Back, you bore on easily my
Core to fathom this dreamy try
In gloom which frights the brightness.
Black paint on things sires a likeness.
If light drifts random your climate,
And eyes not shy- wide radiate;
Thus, you perceive as you conceive this,
Colored things- sole light and forces.