in the beginning all was transparent
waves traveled not on scheme or track
back and forth, up and down and all around
waves were, flowed and moved
media changed, light came forth
colliding waves bursts of energy
lit up the skies, sent their beams
chariots to cross and romp the heavens
not by design or pattern
a chaos whim and motion within-
a single ray drowned among
waves and waves both turbulent and calm
birthed imagination of reflections
Dionysus refractions
Appollinain arrayed,
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