After seeing my earlier poem, Erin responded with one of her own, and then posted a call to flash fiction or poetry responses. Those will be posted separately, so they don’t get lost.
Into the void go I, to play with pictures and words.
So fresh and full of possibility.
Images dazzle me until numb with beauty, I stagger in fear.
Blindness and weeping follow.
Finally remembering to play nice, I release my contempt…
and the light reappears.