Light in the dark window:
No pretending or pretending to believe,
Just what is, and what is known.

I stand,
Like a curtain of light.
I stand in the dark window.
Don’t pretend that I am real.
Don’t pretend that you believe I am real.
Know that I am not what is,
And I am not that which is known.

Believe that you must pretend for me.
Believe that, and decide.
Should you discard that which I am?

Will you take my hand,
and fly away with me to places far further than far away,
or
will you bring me into the places close to the heart?

Or.

Will you close the window?
Let the light fade away into the darkness of the dark window.
Is that what you will do?

I do not know what you will do,
Just like you.
What you will do is not what is,
Nor is it that which is known.
And therefore,
For the moment,
It doesn’t matter.

In this little moment, right here,
With the light in your dark window,
You know everything and nothing at all.
For I am not what is until you make your choice,
And I am not known until you make your choice,
And I am therefore not yet real.
And your choice is not what is until it is made,
And it is not yet known.
So it is therefore not real either.

So for the moment,
Right here at your dark window,
There is nothing that is real.
And that makes me happy, this moment that cannot last,
This brief, brief respite from reality.

You close your eyes, as that which is unknown
Slowly
Becomes known to you.
And that which will be thus gradually becomes what is.
And now I must open my eyes,
Because reality calls once again.

You stand up, hand outstretched,
Though I know not whether you mean to close the window or to take my hand.
But I do not care,
That is not what mattered.
That is what matters now, but I do not care for now,
I only care for that brief instant when nothing mattered, because nothing was real to you or me.

Light in the dark window:
No pretending or pretending to believe,
Just what is, and what is known.