The Sunburst of trauma the explosion of a moment,
Rips the colour from the day and turns it inside out.
Black and white, X-ray sharp it permeates all that’s solid,
It exposes what is hidden to the glare of constant replaying memories.
Now burned against the white walls of cranial caverns,
As if the first confused scrawling of early man.
We tentatively explore the brushstrokes of residual time,
Probing the meaning of what indelibly remains.
They are nothing but the imprint of Shadows,
the cast off pupa from which everything after flourished into flight