To bring out from somewhere inside an image for the world, to let it appear with confidence without trying to understand it is to still have one foot in the waters of childhood, like a swamp that one carries within. Let yourself be taken by the literality of the poem, resist uncertainty. May confusion be the fire that illuminates the darkness in sections. There is no latent message waiting to be revealed. The iridescence it’s the nightmare, which it is not understood where it comes from or what its meaning is.