While working on my Senior Thesis it has been recommended to me that I should look at poetry and maybe consider using it or writing some to accompany my work. It's not that I dislike poetry but it isn't my first choice. However, a teacher of mine loaned me his copy of Ophelia Wears Black by Segovia Amil and I have been slowly making my way through the book. A few poems have already struck a chord with me to my surprise. This one in particular has stuck with me.
I reached my hand to it…
As it seemed nothing was alive there, but a chill,
An unforgettable nothingness.
Yet I suspended my disbelief.
I offered my body to the unknown, to fear,
To the mysterious blindness –
And it was then, and only then,
I found magic,
Moving in the underground