All is dark, no choice exists <br />Start a spark, creating bliss <br />Run its light, from that to this <br />Perimeter, created bliss <br /> <br />Growing now, to shine on out <br />Showing how, it comes about <br />Paths of past, in bliss to shout <br />Light will show, to come about <br /> <br />Light is fastest always strewn <br />In the smallest darkest room <br />Across the universe’s gloom <br />Light is leaving every room<br /><br />Paul Moosberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spectramatic-perception/
