Elafrokynhgos

From all the things
of this wonderful world
Light intrigues me
by far and by more
it shows the straight,
as once have been told,
it shows the straights,
when even distort...

For all promise of dawns
to the dreadful of dusks
irreversibly draws
open rainbow paths
spinning the spawns
on time fabric straths
hatching the moments
by breaking their husks

From the red to the blue
it spreads and it rushes
for the blur of the blood
in waves weaving stashes
for the red to the blue
as the white to the black
once light moment is gone
volatile instants never come back

From light's aethereal joints
to the dark tainted torts
we are products of our choice
so we always string the cords...
cause straight is the light,
but world is distort
in its folding unfolding
it holds us, behold!
grounded and growing
and rendered old...