Talk about shadow, the somber tone.
Of how daytime can be frightening
apart from the beaming. I love the way
trees look like they have a body double from
afar. Someday it will just be cinder,
fire after fire. Not all sparks are friendly.
Why are we like this, you may ask,
while keeping yourself together in the sea
of light. There is that spectrum
of color, of rainbow, emerging from heads,
signaling the outside world about what
kind of person you are. Some call it aura
and I sort of object, but I keep silent.
My head spins from trying to memorize
299,792,458 meters per second but, my
God, we are finally here, tasting like radiance.