The flashes of sound...

                  color...

                      pictures...


all go too fast to be recognized.


                  The fleeting emotions are


there
and
gone


                  before it can even be known what they are.


It is not a series of vague feeling, but all of them

sharp and cutting,

and were she able to stop them long enough, she would know them with the greatest intimacy.

She longs to know it, what each glimpse means, but at the same time she is utterly terrified to look at them, to feel beyond what anyone else has.