Catching and Pitching Light

My light hunts yours like warm to flame is cold to dark away from you, our light corrupts hunting with haunted empathic hearts for winwin Catchers for Self-Pitchers in light's rye harvest. My catch embraces your dark light like warm to pitchy branches win to win love's relief, then fall apart, leaves composting soul living room for Time's future fading lights. Your light finds ours like cooperative warm transactions to political relational light nesting color-dense regenerate health trends, organizing ecosystems of dynamic bright as Time's self-perpetuating love for coincidental adventures in wonderland. My light hunts yours like haunting, yet happy, flames of warm memory.