Christopher Hansard:[ Filament]

What do you believe?

What do you feel?

What do you know?

What do you understand?

What do you know of your personality

and how it is made?

Everything that we think, that we know

is a fleeting impulse

a filament in front of the sun

that is illuminated briefly

by the heat of recognition

then fades

into the space between the moments

where reality hides

waiting to be acknowledged