Charbon

Ideas are nothing, but
Flights, fanciful, and
Best left a bit so. That
they might be ever
Revised. Or, concretized,
to whatever wears time
revises. Shatter is the
formula to integration.
Which is the invitation,
to Shatter. Clarity's Prism,
Enrapturing goo.

All Light but a spark,
in the Womb of Night.
Synapses blaze in the
Firmament of my Stary
Head of Darkness.