In At the Speed of Dark, Gabriel Àkám¿¿ pits the mind's chiaroscuro against the many shades of grey that make up our reality. These questioning poems hold empiricism and faith, gravity and progress in the balance. Formally expansive, they play on the equivocation of white space, its 'faux-quirky false irony' of white spaces. They entreat us to slow down, to recapture epiphanies lost on waking, 'reclaiming time, clawing back at the clearness of sky.'
