07-07-2013, 04:19 AM
One light made reality
Through a trillion shining suns,
Refracting flaming hues,
Upon worlds of ice and sand;
The bones and long dead ghosts,
Of primordial creation.
Whole days formed
Through the binary act of reflection,
Existence painted upon the surface world,
Made real again by eyes that see.
And in Earth's cold dark caves,
Which have not felt the touch of golden dawn
Since their marrows were first formed
In the hearts of ancient suns,
Albino crustaceans
Are lit from within themselves.
Though they will never see
The light of their creator’s form,
Electrons blaze in their primal cores,
Celestial lights in a micro cosmos,
While synapses fire
A trillion lightning bolts,
Illuminating the experience
Of a reality devoid of visible light,
Though rich in the legacy of suns.
Through a trillion shining suns,
Refracting flaming hues,
Upon worlds of ice and sand;
The bones and long dead ghosts,
Of primordial creation.
Whole days formed
Through the binary act of reflection,
Existence painted upon the surface world,
Made real again by eyes that see.
And in Earth's cold dark caves,
Which have not felt the touch of golden dawn
Since their marrows were first formed
In the hearts of ancient suns,
Albino crustaceans
Are lit from within themselves.
Though they will never see
The light of their creator’s form,
Electrons blaze in their primal cores,
Celestial lights in a micro cosmos,
While synapses fire
A trillion lightning bolts,
Illuminating the experience
Of a reality devoid of visible light,
Though rich in the legacy of suns.