If my shadow were cast down a venturous hill
if the glow of my eyes cast longingly
one time more upon
the rose blooming
or a sunrise
then might would cast o' venture
into my black
shadow the reflections glow
might shine upon my dark black sights, might
my dreaming eyes awake?
then day ever shine no night
would ever be intolerable
or might I as  when I am
a poem live
forever
eternally?