Fear of loud sounds, bridges or blood
along with dark
remain the primate dread of which
my brothers and sisters are still comprised, do comprehend.
Yet they enable internal belief within:
said universe infinite toward me is hardly characterized by indifference furious. For I’ve already guessed the game of deep womb she has always played with me, through playground dizzying round and round while eyes
ply above the sunlit ground to sea of sky enhanced by clouds unmeant for sight unlike the mighty night confounding sparks with stars and silent sleep while dreams astound the mind with deep
of knowing up is down while land stays sad with trees who frown at what divides the all by saw when what survives is happy awe. At sight of lights of distant towns across great flat unswept land resweeps the promise overlook of bleak at place of unknown loved a thousand thousand windowpanes aface the drowsy thrill of dawns to come awake by thought of crystal moons
abirthing living thoughts who alter gloom.
Placid strength!
Dawn of day!
Alive with the secret none were ever beyond insunk
beneath horizons beat down by solemn earth
but left upright for jumping leap with prideful swell
retains the child who never tells.
