Prompt
It comes through the blind spots, through the hole in your eye, it comes through the answer to the riddle with a barrel, it comes hurtling down upon a piece of land from space, and it comes through the corners of a simulated circle. It flies beyond the pale and arrives in tomorrow’s hours, and leaps out from canyons o’er which you’d ‘ready jumped, it trails ‘hind the saccades then o’ertakes you in your silence, then shows itself behind you in your flight. With one eye closed it half-appears,