Selfish is the radiance-hoarder,
Unbounded bouncing element resonates,
Through the sphere of the sunshine recorder,
Upon its crux the particle detonates.
Lucid luminescence has primal appeal,
In a world of constant flux,
Like an old zoetrope, spinning like a pinwheel,
Unfettered, unfocused, a coliseum of lux.
A balance must be struck between the two reciprocals,
A cavalcade of color that leaves an impression,
A spectral speckle spectacle; a rainbow flicker-festival,
A kaleidoscope held up to your eye for another session.