speed of light

the synapses barely keep pace as the engine, pounding, slams into overdrive, but it won't overheat, oh no, it'll just keep on going, past lights out, like a hum in the dark, the whirring of gears and fans ever spinning, and out of the omnipresent blackness a few streaks, shines, a feeble attempt at illumination.

try as it might there is no understanding to be found here. all attempts in vain, despite the brightest tries. the only hope is that the dim light will grow in time, and blaze the way.