Lose In Wanting

Light
a teeming myriad of visual stimuli
an endless, achingly endless, cacophony
streaming incessantly into that single orb
the sensory deluge at once immaculate and terrifying in its receipt
such a vast source
of information, of antiquity, of stellar vicissitude
of all that is fundamentally
life

and the orb attempts to transcend these tangential reflections
to muse upon the fade
the flux
the fluidity of this phenomenon
yet it fails
^^^on so many levels___

such majesty
defies confinement.