I’m
hiding in the middle of the brightest light—
electronic
pastel
midnight, a nowhere saved
by
a blank open-white
molecular filter of air, a bright
disguise,
a
saturation bank, luminescent fake,
a
place that kindles
the mystery out of indulgence,
out
of mock despair,
a lucky place, bathed
in lavish degrees of
shadow-free fluorescence.