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.