Light bends, curves;
thoughts diffract to darkened chasms.
That point source is so far, galaxies
and light years away--a pulsing entity,
golden remnants of a dying star.
Surrounded by brightness, interfering
with a steady stream, a traveling wave of
fantasies, dreams. Interfering until colors disappear,
leaving behind the bitterness of darkness, the
pungent fragrance of fear.
Thoughts ride on waves, approaching the
point source, emitter of light--until it burns brighter,
turning shades of violet, particles vibrating
furiously. Light is a particle and a wave,
doubly powerful.
And so am I, once I reach the sky,
beyond the air, a universe away. Absorbing the light,
doubly strong, bright. Thoughts diffract, spreading their
essence throughout the dark, igniting the dormant
dreams and sparks.
