I am caught between the shadow and the light.
Trapped within the pulse of the strobe.
First all is dark, confusion and noise.
Then blinding, painful light probes each pore.
Dark again with light's visions etched upon the eye.
Pulse, pulse, pulse, flicker, flick.

Transfixed within and without,
lost in day and night, I stumble on.
The future rests in the fleeting flick
of gray dawn and dusk between the black and white.
Else too much light to grope, too much dark to thrive.
The gray moment is the measure of my life.