Likeliest odd.

A scratch of metal and heat from a spark of bright light.
Two stones struck together, ignite.
Without a clue of how you grew, and became so lovingly wild.
I wish to know everything, said a helpless child.
Let's plan a world through my eyes and complicate it so.
So no one can ever question, God's luminescent glow.
Electrolytic water, electroplating mold.
Cutting edges like a trajectory force, turning mud into gold.

A fine thin line, between my senses and the reasoning locus.
One missed signal. I end up shivering, tasting my own focus.
Developing slowly and not believing everything I'm told.
Looking forward to rediscovery and making my own folds.
Being hit mid-way as I'm falling, though I'm wide awake.
Re-experiencing my rebirth, my room turned into a lake.
Incandescence, your consciousness is not exactly yours.
Soon enough all this will fall, what're you running for?

Just because you're fooled by your mind, which looks at you in vain.
You're made for something so different, something beyond this pain.
Once this ceases, I will move and become one with the light.
So capable, immovable and wickedly divine.
Insurgent, against the odd. Over bent but still so bright.
Let me pull this gun against you, and wish you thank me twice.

My visit beyond self.

Every word is slow and over-confident. This light within the emptiness.
Resilient disconnection.
Without no way of saying, I have loved along beats.
With little, pitiful.
I'm not staying to feed upon my own face, leave this place filled with fear and darkness.
We're lifeless.
A cradling life, inspired by those who like to own it.
One.
This truth lost its touch, when you traded your eyes for vision.
How well you see?
See beyond your reason and filter your still water.
Vibrant and confused.
Eyes dilated, rituals annihilated.
The source of tremors and hopeless fears.
The source of fruits and needy.
Without its forces forming.
Without her lies desired.

Leave the light and life, fill your hearts with hopeful tears.
Calculate your suggestion.
Another way of saying, I'm more than just the breathing.
Too fickle, forgetful.
I want my place beside her, in peace within her cover.
Wanting, after all.
A fool is right and over, We follow your perception.
Blinking.
And as you dove down here, without a life to feel.
I cross eyes with me and believe I'm so conceivable.
To look at me and all, tangled in lost-end spirals.

So I look down here, and don't feel the same.
So I feel my knees and imagine its all irregular,
Then I bring it down here, lift up my head.
So I realized, what I've never said.
You feel me too, and we're one truth.
Spill out so free, limitless, endless, colorless tree.
 I, every"One" and You.