Shines of all kinds
the fog thins, and upon the waters: light.
the shine.
you can not resist the radiance.
out of darkness of night,
of terror and pain.
appears the luminecesence,
that reminds you of the things,
of better times.
the damp and swelter,
the hunger and lonesome,
the light forgives you,
the flouressence sooths,
as your eyes open, seeing,
your ears hear, but do not listen,
there is no melody,
but silent harmony,
perfection,
a rise above the water
a chorus of colors,
that wash clear through into retina,
and the follicles and cones,
transmit ceaselessly these sights,
flooding,
a deluge,
a storm of lightning,
you move,
and finally see the details of it!
it is beyond your control.
an army of fireflies,
transmit in unison,
and what is the message
they so transmit?
it is only this:
GOTCHA