1
false light   first thought    long lost in
coiled chorus coniferous 
the sweet song of the beast
in hell the sole sound makes it 
sugar simmering but turn to
multiples of colours the pale light
is not for you, the Trojan myriad, 
the beckon of dead relatives,
just another fenn trap
for the soul

so the vehicle forgets     dies  
                                   forgets
again          again
          again
as the canvas breathes you
ageless atoms
water and emptiness, 
electrons
staggering in orbits undefined
as a dove. So blue
is the night we wear Thereafter

2

pure Light    no thought     totality
appears as absence in a void
where once-ulterior energies rendezvous
in the cobalt chrysalis core
unlit in darkless pleroma 
impermanent temporal timeless 
no lingering imagined ancestors 
on the cusp of passing to allay
the grand fear and fuse you cold to the rind
for the trillionth, trillionth time
instead unknowable dreamscapes and
mindless off-world hypotheticals.

3

and yet another way 
octaves above the resonance of human thought 
a sound vibrates causation 
forms emerge in the dust and fire
wings call 
break against the solid sky
never falling fully
we consent to the light knowing
on every applicable level
it is not Light 
and for this reason we are eternal 
against our will