these words are light

these words are light,
they have never felt
the weight of paper,
the gravity of ink,
but spoken silently
they glide
wide-winged
in the high cloud,
as selfless
servers hold them,
suspended,
spinning,
in coded revelations
and undisclosed locations.
unborn into the world,
no tyranny of time
will touch them,
but switching binary,
particle and wave
self-renewing,
they pass from light
to light, to light,
here on the crystal skin
of this pulsing ocean,
the eternal apocalypse,
the matrix of light.

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