I open my eyes

I open my eyes

I close them

Peekaboo

It’s there

It’s not

Here it is again

It was there

All the time

The suddenness

Of its appearance

Its departure

Closing in

Pressurised

Environements

Vacuum sealed

Innovation

Nothing is real

Everything is.

Pardon my acuity

There is a sharpness

To the cut

From one perspective

Into another

With each blink

The shapes change

I was once there

Now I am here

Nothing about this

Ambiguity

Is explicable

In simple terms

My existence,

Though somewhat likely

For this one moment,

Is relatively

Indeterminate.