Faster Than Night

FASTER THAN NIGHT In seeking ways to beat the speed of light, what folly might be there, to let it be, obnoxious to the core, we let it go to never realize a dream the warp can see. The death we all must know; the naughts and ones, so fast, we never come to understand, quite physical, much faster than the sun's removing who we are to who's been planned. Our space, still limited, dark matter slows until there's more, creation by God's plea who reasons life goes on, but never goes beyond the limits of our mystery. Dark energy, propelling speed of light has reason for the need of ending night. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.