Realizing Reality

Feature the nature a darkness And us like blind wights yet flawless; We go about in normal ways. Things are akin magnetic sways; Atoms, quarks are real blank, shapeless. Invisible shield, things pieces, Brightened? turned hovering arrays. You seat and lean as if in space; Also, your body only is Occulted from optic notice. Back, you bore on easily my Core to fathom this dreamy try In gloom which frights the brightness. Black paint on things sires a likeness. If light drifts random your climate, And eyes not shy- wide radiate; Thus, you perceive, as you conceive this, Colored things- sole light and forces.