Weary of the light, the bright and burning light, so white, I long for the night, the darkness, the shadows, for sleep, for the unaccounted things not found in a ledger, but these prism beams imprison me. This bounded light binds, surrounds, and I am allowed no rest, no escape.
It’s too intense, and my weary eyes won’t close, can’t close, their lids burned off by the white and radiant light. My skin, all my skin is gone, and I am naked, more naked than naked, my bones and blood and viscera all exposed to the unceasing light.
Unmade, dissected, disintegrating, nothing will be left but the light. Even my dust shall perish as the light burns me all away, the beautiful, white light.
Tale Told 