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I want to see light without burning my eyes,
or having to squint, and adjust -
to stare at the sun without fear
of consequence, to feel its
warmth in the back of my mind, to
wonder how it could be so bright, and to
feel a different kind of agony, one brought
about by the marvel of something amazing.
I've seen it trickle off the crests of waves, and
make rays in the forest through canopy cracks.
I've seen its breath through the backs of
clouds, how it warms the color of all that
which occupies the sky, how it melts the
snow on the ground and gives life to the
plants. Let's look to the source
in a perfect world whereas gazing
upon such resplendent light neither
burns, nor blinds, but illuminates
as it has with the waves, and the sky, and
the whole of the planet on which we dwell...
in a perfect world, where such things are tangible
that we can handle them, wrap ourselves
in them, make them ours to have and to hold,
without ever having to let them go.
I dream of such places, where I may
find the light I so deeply long for,
where my eyes can take it in to the brink,
where limits are gone, and gone, and gone.