Morse, My Deaf Friend [and then it withdraws suddenly...] Poem by Miloš Đurđević

and then it withdraws suddenly, two days of fierce vertigo, the loss of
basic orientation, shiftlessness and confusion like at the end of the
tunnel that suddenly ends: that side road you have somehow been sure
you should take, for a while, suddenly forces you out, into the ball of
liquid light that doesn't spill over, you are blinking, waiting, not
knowing where to go next; above you thunder echoes in waves that
are not spreading out nor flowing, not a breath of wind from anywhere