Writing while materially motionless
The greatest part of me takes flight traveling faster than
And matching the ravenous pace of light.
Light that wants to coat and cave in solidity with its selfish revelation of objectified sight.
Gladly light wilds riotously with its bright in the fast halting and material comfort of substance that holds its waved particulate luminescent stream in dappling sprayed arrays just as the unshaded mental shine hefts thought in the dream of a peccable mind.
Where have you begun?
And who sent you?
To bring a living thing out of darkness is the benevolent charity of love strung on Gods infinite expression of infinite complexity that when the grasping human hand tries to grab the tracks of His reason in the aims of finitude trying to limit infinitude to a loam.