Like Bats

This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.

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Ghosts of images
summoned by bursts of mere thought
flit amongst shadows
dim  distant   peripheral

They reveal their bones
for exactly one instant
brush the edge of sight
visible and yet unseen

And then dash back
to the unknown 

Like bats

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Thank you for reading. Here’s another poem.

My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.

Glimpses at the Dark

Please share this with any aphants you might have in your life. I am highly curious to know if any of this resonates with others whose mind’s eyes are dark.

—Alex

Glimpses at the Dark can be delivered every week.