the sun had failed to sprout to m relief,
and though I loved the spark,
the glory
and the possibility of a new day,
I had discovered that I could actually go on,
on and on
whilst encumbered by a little dark,
my own mindset had advantaged me against frays and chasms,
I had harbored a mind,
a strange mind,
an awkward abandon to nonsense.
I had sat myself on the vantage point of eternity
and had laboured no more for conditional comfort
I had pursued it
somewhere closer to lofty galaxies,
where heaven requites my prayers
