POEM

The sun rose

And I’ve forgotten all ere.

Any dark before, the knight,

Has faded from memory;

Now intangible.

Invisible.

Inconceivable.

and only the brilliant

Warmth remains.

All Apollonian.

Everything began, not anew;

But original.

Still,

I worry if night comes.

This too, may be lost

Upon the rising of

Tomorrow’s son.

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