Time is flying in slow motion
My body aches with a message
That it won’t share with me.
It’s not for me, that much I know
But I am a bundle of photons and light,
Whose message will not scatter into three dimensions
I am hollow, so it is believed,
But, even at face value light can be a dangerous thing.
I will turn of the safety protocol.
For the greater good,
Let there be sight.