Once

Once I saw it
Clear as day
A bright flash
Pushing back the clutter
Like a shining bubble
Pressured by hope and dreams
But the mind is in flux
The white clarity
The blank certainty
A space to be filled
The difference
Between chaos
And clarity
Too large
To last for long.

It bubbles out
Until it grows too big
The belief strong at the start
Waver and stretch too thin

The chaos pushes
Questions
Probes
Pricks with cynical fingertips

Until it pops
Shockingly gone

Specks of hope
Outline where it once lay
Scatter amongst the black
Sinking deeper
White seeds
Ready.