Usureta Hikari

Conceptual meddling.

A brilliant,
perpetual,
light.
It...
bursts like a bullet through me--
All those scratched-up spaces
Where there are pieces amiss.
The experiences of life--those which what made these holes...
So what's left is...
It’s your light, your piercing light.
You can see quite clearly through...
To the other side of this
Shadow.