it came at me the full measure of what was in my head just a flash a moment a clear prescient glimmer lasting no longer than the movement of the corner of a mouth to start a smile but it was there nonetheless so solid so true that there was no denying it despite lack of proof it lasted the whole of the day and when the morning rose again the crack through the blinds was only shining the rising sun and yet there too never to pass that glimmer.
runon: through the crack of the blinds
