The Edge of Light

I find myself at the edge of the light on either side of the day.

Hours,

they were but moments,

passed in between.

I teeter on this edge

before falling into the abyss of sleep.

Swimming across

to reach an identical edge in the obverse.

This half light

half drapes objects

in a murky, milky mist

before dropping a

complete cover of darkness

erasing all lines.

Light unzips the night

like a movie running backwards

I watch

as dark reverses to light.

When I stop looking--

Suddenly,

I can see.