light

it is occurring now
a thing we miss knowing
happens at this moment
yet isn't agreed to open
itself in our sensation.
light has never moved
and has no speed at all,
light has never moved
once, we're faster than it
staying these lit, manifest
moments of being among.

of course it's nonsense also.
the incomparable thought
remains an unaccountable
process of unseeing cause
and disaffect hidden as
if we couldn't possibly know
awareness waiting all along.