Lucid as Liquid

The Pyre of Lucidity burns its bright civilized light into the retinas of all those who oppose it. Posted atop the tower of brilliance (Tallest man-made structure in all of AmeriKa), what other message could it even be sending?
The shadows that radiate from the tower seem to be almost as brilliant as the Pyre itself. As if Amerika was actually brandishing her almighty powers and telling all the citizens of the world "Follow mine own light, for if you should not, you will face being swallowed by the haze of my penumbra."
Any aurora can be occluded, any gleam in the eyes, smothered, sparkles and glimmers doused... but how can obscurity be obscured? How can darkness be quenched except, not with the supplantation of itself, but with the complete materialization of brilliancy.
That Pyre!! What Evil!! What Crime!! How can I ever live beneath the glare of its abusive corruption? Ha! Lucidity indeed...better to call it sanity, for in this way, my quarantine of said light reduces me to what I have always been guaranteed. Not a connection but the opposite, an insane isolation, my own expression of the light as a beautiful and overwhelmingly disconnected tomb. I accept mine own exile, forever sheltered in this tomb of my forefathers. Though the beacons search, they will not find me, for I have promised myself this one solitary thing...
The next fire that illuminates here will be in form of a pyre indeed, a funeral pyre.


Love,
Haci