Light dose
of light a day
does wonders
for your sight..
especially upon
a lonesome, dark,
and moonless
night.

Uncoils the double helix..
squarely circles it
right back unto itself..
so that it may
observe its own
behind again.

But does any of it
really matter?
Nothing, really.
Only what
is light.

The what
that’s brought
to you
by will of Magic
8 cube..
rolled by God
of Playing
Universe
with Dice.

The side it lands upon
is neither this nor other..
neither here nor there.
Because inside
the photon sphere
tail lights observe
the gazing deer..
head lights observe
tailgaters of
the racing hare.

The turtle,
on the other hand,
is always safe
and sound and still
within its shell..
so what is there
for it to fear?
The light reflected
from its head
that shines
upon where sun
does not..
its rear.

If only, much the same,
we could observe
our fore through
hinder sights
as well.
Alas, hind hides
behind the fore..
as if there’s
nothing
really there.

Just like
the nothing
lighter than
the light
inside us.
The Singularity
that hides behind
observing..
The Event Horizon.