there are lights that touch you in certain ways
make you flicker like some aging film
but it isn't focus you lack
rather a manner to express the purity you feel
that thing that bursts through every pore
to fill each chair and wall and bottle
with a burning new significance
which you take in with eager eyes
hungry for their movement and their noise
and their contact
and you chase those feelings
through those lights
until you cease to flicker
and in a single glance amidst the crowd
stand still