no-word, non-lang - part III revised

III Black oil emulsified the diver’s search light Black oil hid its form, Black oil morphed its surface Black oil morphed “surface”. My skin stretches in all of looking eyes to every side and at once, devouring the refracting surface. There’s no in nor out nor side, for I am all and the light – we scatters through the green bottles brown and moves with a force! somehow (in this void) we just takes off. the ruler-marks stabbed the space, cut the light and it imploded. But you, my soul, take a note: the sign withdrawn was no super-nova.