Another poem about those special moments of insight this post.
If you have not seen William Blake's etching then you are in for a rare treat.
an hour out of time
I could almost taste the past
with those colours on my tongue
that music on my skin
I was infinity, the shortest line
on William Blake’s copper plate,
an acid burned, spit bite etching,
at liberty to walk between the spaces of the world.
I have talked before about how much I value those times, however brief, when you can see the world anew.
Here's Laura Marling.