Light

sometimes the light
impacts like a thunderbolt,
a collision of shattered air
coalescing into thought

sometimes the light
is a premonition,
a glimmer of something,
isolated fragments

sometimes the light
is shrouded in nothingness
the inky blackness of naught
smothering, stifling

sometimes the light
is the sum of time and failure,
germinating, coagulating,
a design in the chaos

sometimes the light
is a mental fabrication,
tantalizingly near,
but yet so far

sometimes the light
is maddingly elusive,
but patient suffering
creates future rewards

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