An unopened paradox, uncrowded by today’s uncertainties relinquished by oneself. The unburdened thought of nepotism cooking away with every burn as to the flesh as is when oxygen leaves the body. Only the crisp dark decay remains for absorbing. Only eyes stay open once among light, At dawn.
One large screen in which for you to look into. The forming of a former, burns of new. A coming of one from beyond a single individual beauty. Small energetic waves bitter and angry. On and off.
Off, as to a flicker of a light. Uncompromising uncomplicated light, one giant black unapologetic unaccompanied madness of a light. Lights from one paradox to the next. Way beyond reach, way down, way above, beyond any bonds, forever turning, changing yet always manifesting.
Small insignificant bolts placed upon screws placed upon the light. Small yet sturdy. A needed balance in a paradox of tiny well placed lights, infinite boxes filled with infinite light set by no man.
On and off, as a flicker of a light. Lights from one paradox to the next.