Dive into the abyss of the past.
Resonances to come, brief echoes of long times yet to go.
Receiving the beam of darkness that comes from a time ahead.
With the body, and the mind, bathing to the naked, dark photons.
To swallow raw bosons from all sides.
Darkness, no, run away from it. Search for its antonyms.
Lone shards, fledgling glimmers, glittering fragments, beaming debris.
Dead clarities. Evanescent nitescences.
Of all the suns still dead, make fire.
And live, in an eruptive hearth, in a sparkling dwarf, sweet omega.