Idea Not As A Ray Of Light.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

an idea is not always a ray of light
it can be a mirror under your bed beside your shoes
reflecting a ray of light from a leak of the wall
of your room dressed with curtains

when you lie there thinking about nothing
saturated about this modern opulence without
any efflorescence at all

you face the window
as usual you have closed it

there is no light there is only this faint sound
of the wind
this suppressed sobbing of lamentation

there is no light at all
and so the idea about faintness and fading
becomes a Sensurround

evidently it has lulled you to a deep
sleep