A vision I had

    I could not breathe
    the air of my nightmare,
    face this naked radiance
    Here music turned to light,
    a tone so sweet
    that my Self, dulled by
    its familiar harp,
    mistook its sound for silence.

    Mounting to tiers of
    trembling flame,
    I found light. Light everywhere.
    Circles, wheels,
    light on light,
    a dance of invisibles.
    The flames pulsating, as if
    measuring the breath of heaven.
    At the last, I fell forward,
    caught in widening rings
    of implacable bright.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...