Elucidating Questions

Sugar spice clouds floating in a sea of darkening blue as the wind whispers into the night air.

The sparkles of a million unseen lights that blind only the closest, are the farthest as far as the eye can see.

In a straight line from light to iris the farthest any person can travel,

The impossibility of that exact moment, the moment of light years ago the farthest back the eye can see,

The traveling of the lights under the lights of so far away they are but a spec. But the spec of the planet we live on.

The farther away to be seen the more questions of what we see when we see it.

So much farther into what was than what could be,

A maze of before leading back toward it.

This and that.

Swallowing the pride of freedom, for the safety of something.

Taming the want to be free, so that the fingers that were pointed can be turned back.

I wonder, who that person would have been?