The light was the path from a closed door,
The four coroners, arms spread, bringing
only wonder. What shadows flicker
under it as we pace the corridor of portals,
like riled up infants with demands.
The dark was the frame swept away,
The flood, the flame engulfing everything.
An auto da fé bifurcating the eyes,
One receding into shadow to view
Nous entendons Demain.