The far off stare in which my eyes can’t quite meet yours–
at the late night disco fever,
insensibly & unconsciously,
gives away my inability to grasp
the universal type of connection
within this individual phenomenon.
Surrounded by the changing gradients in light,
and the low rolling mist,
my indifference in conduct suggests
some evidence of design meant to
withstand these turbulent markers set in motion.
The cloudless clime at midnight
illuminates the reflecting pool
with a vision of the moon,
galvanizing the atmosphere
with its waning pressure.
All of this can be seen
midway between a handful of universal truths
and the beauty of a mirage.