Burn like a fish in the deepest
trench. The bright light of one
is ineluctable. Fiat lux! Lambent
shine is a light borne on each.
Wait not the beacon on high, for
no mountain of salvation looms.
No searing rays lift you to heal
your blindness. You can march in
parades and wave bright cloth, to
no avail. These are your eyes, not
theirs, yours for to see. Burn now
and see from the darkest depths.