That’s the only image
That turns up.

A wall all by itself,
Poorly lit, beckoning,
But no sense of the room,
Not even a hint
Of why it is i remember
So little and so clearly:

The fly I was watching,
The details of its wings
Glowing like turquoise.
Its feet, to my amusement
Following a minute crack —
An eternity
Around that simple event.

And nothing else; and nowhere
To go back to;
And no one else
As far as i know to verify.