Illumination
In the dreary now, it is gray
Like film dragged through shallow pool of motor oil,
Like a movie optimized to camouflage CGI, but
Underneath, the real world still exists,
Mysterious and eternal,
I feel it like the distant, almost silent rumble of far off thunder.
Now and then, there is a crack in the surface,
A fissure breaking the skin of the now
To let the light escape
Into reality -- or what we perceive it as--projecting
Onto the world's ever-grayer screen,
No more in danger than M. Hugo's star in the clouds.