The light is not palpable, does one not understand...one tries to reach towards it,

In the end, one is shielding the vision, or blinded by Enigma.... oneself never witnessed the light, could only imagine its blankness. its void.and So, one is rushed into an undesirable place.. to trudge along the sullen pavement. a huddled..isolated..muted.. figure.. among many erect. with lasting cephalalgia. a desire to slumber in eternity. void of mind and heart...

one observes behind the rippled glass.. the mass.
one is unsure, to whom myopia belongs to..onlyknows that.. This Is Chronic.

..cursed Hans