You, the living light have what it takes.
Every single situation,
every precise thought,
every unequivocal bolt pulsing
within every legendary cell has the capacity to connect to original life force.
They can make us think all they want,
that we are somehow fragmented for they will coerce you to turn against yourself.
Doubt is the addiction that thwarts the supremacy of all that is withheld.
Headlong and biddable, we lay waste our powers.
On becoming something mused, luminescence alludes.
All it takes is one.
In a time of darkness, blessed are the fairest standing vigilantly in the light.
In the end, cascading light and not a corner left in the dark, not a single one.