The Yolk in the Egg of Light Is Void

embryonic light makes a quick move and kicks its way into a dance. the void is its tango partner.

making another move, light transposes its own heart onto the heart of void the dual image beats out secret resonances of growing meaning transposition upon transposition light and void's sexual dance make them ingrown:

now light is void now void is light now neither light nor void will ever be the same

their confused tango takes off light has learned how to fly through void, with void, by void. light is live void.