THE SPEED OF DARK (2)

The speed of Light over shadowed by an obscure brilliance.
The speed of Dark out shines within its enigmatic appearance
The fact of matter that supports all matter of fact
This great spans' embrace keeps all that is celestial intact
Many stars, many galaxies, multi-verses, and the existence of time is in pact
The consolidating confinement overwhelmingly abundant with mystique is this 'magnificent Solitary Black'
Whatever path Light chooses to stream across has long been pathed by this autogenous Dark Eternal
No matter how far Light speeds through the spacious void there will always be distances still unsurpassable
The extensive darkness is an infallible omnipresence that has no close, no outs, no offs... just on
An Empyreans allure sees Light become heavily attracted to this irresistible Black Wholesome
Dark begins Lights journey, ever attending presence beyond any journey Light transcends
Light is merely a silk thread limited by an unfathomable distance so far out… to unreal to extend
Amongst the spectacular Light is no more than the speck
Yet mortals' optical receptacle relies on this to reflect
Not the surrounding astronomical magnificence that sees to it that the 'Night' stars
Unconscious to surrounds… Diaphanous minds opt to see the glimmering parts
Oblivious to any astronomical offerings to be found in this spacial void, infinite in size
Hence abound victims of nyctophobia deny optional visions being aroused let alone optimised
Like moths blindly drawn to Light… unconcerned its pull is clearly attractive
Like moths drawn from Dark… into a false sense of security startlingly seductive
Heads spun with impractical teachings doing the rounds, set on constant revolutions
Visual inadequacies denies cognisance to perceive substantial new revelations
From Darks room momentarily delayed
Lights eminence arrives in forms of images relayed… Hindsight
Dark seemingly disappears when Light appears, but the bright always in all ways expose shades of deception apparent
The bright clearly becomes dim after highlighting a diminished disguise
Its very own brilliance shows translucent

In darkness some think they cannot see…
Yet they see Dark… as lacking Lights ray
True darkness is not what they ever see
They feel left in the Dark needing to escape
No attempt to stare into Dark to experience extra sensory perception
The darkness they are in… is just feeble-minds own incarceration
A mental screen to blackout the marvels beyond their visual acceptation
Bemused by what they cannot shed Light on
Appearing to be merely no more than a distraction Light takes a shot at Dark in hope of being noticed
Fully emitting its beaming always succumbs, so easily eclipsed
Now as Dark sets sail anew leaving evidence of its majesty in remnants extremely miniscule
Within these vestigial remains, are the presence of recently born galaxies barely more than a billion years or two?
Light is just a fractional expression of numerous ways Dark displays creativity
Absolute in decision, when Light first materialised with visions of grandeur Dark just said… "Let it be"
Light needs Dark to become bright
It needs Dark to shed light
A race between the two… Light could never win
No matter how fast Light goes Dark flows pass Light darting