Awake in the dark
Awake in the dark, eyes open
But as though they were closed and I were asleep
Bright, delirious visions parade across them
It's an old picture
From the first days of film
And if I were the first movie critic
I would write of eerie shadows in fog
And unsettled ghostly figures
I would call it genius
Emerson's genius -- "our own rejected thoughts
Come back to us with alienated majesty"
But maybe not as alienated here
For they come closer to "that gleam of light
Which flashes across our mind from within"