pan-flash dusting green.

Spinning slowly,
silent and sanguine,
shapes and shadows cross the flickering red,
insides of fluttering lids,
kaleidoscopic explosion of color,
forsaking dreams and darkness,
conundrum of the senses,
twisting of light,
unfamiliar and unsettling,
collision of hope and truth,
eternal kata of terminal slipping,
spasmodic dancing finality,
a single moment sliding eternally through our hands.

Don't forget to breathe.