Were my light even brighter
I would be invisible
I could live concealed in my realm
never once knowing
the absence of joy
I would be stunned
by that void
into which shadows vanish
forms dissolve
and in falling,
I would imagine flying
without a sky
Only sounds would reach
My surviving memory
Clear as a tinkling bell
and never again
Would I have need,
for feigning introductions,
or false niceties.