Compromised by Light

Alive,
but no verb,
no person.
Colourless and continuous
with the black walls of the womb.
World without end.
Closed behind
the shutter of a lens.

Till,
Resenting exposure,
this sneakthief is
compromised by light,
scandalouly
defibrillated by birth
into presence.
A stain of knowing,
embarrassed into being.
Located.

Then,
protest.
Worrying space.
Querulous testing
Of colour, depth and shape.
Importuning.
Refusing to leave alone
the search for perspective.
Seeking confirmation
of where he ends,
where he begins,
struggling with sovereignty.

Exploring a gesture.
Inheriting
agency,
fascinated by
the fact
of his clamour.