Defocus

Dancing with light in the embers of night. // All gleams, seams, glints, and grease; eager for the horrors, yet flanked by the geese. // Not a mind to wield, found defocused of field. // Less worry of slurry, or motes soon to blink. // But winking out knowledge. So subdued. I sink. //// (We're sick, can you help us?) // (Help us to think)