non-word, no-lang - parts II and III

II False false false! I thought I had it but it took off, the beam light diffused, scattered in the blue of a smoky bar and green bottles brown - it just took off. III To be sure, there is no merit in searching for the light, for who can penetrate the light? and there’s no guarantee of its form, its viscosity, the surface tension, not to even touch upon the matter of it having surface; My plunge is new, but I’m not bound; my skin stretches in all of looking eyes, to every side and at once; I grow, devouring the refracting surface that has held me; for there is no in nor out nor side; I am my all and the light – it scatters, through the green bottles brown and moves with a force! somehow, like me, in this void, it just takes off. to make finite, the cost is mortality and a dimming light imploding into, shrinking itself, and you, my soul, mark my word: it won’t be a super-nova.