I slept for days in darkness
Til my mind awoke in somnolence
When soporific company
Beget to me lucidity

And levity of thee
My loving enemy
Take flight, be free

So fly, did we
Plunged into new infancy
'Til wake, did I, to find
Signs all around me

The sleeping mind might hide
Behind the tides of rationality
For what is true to me
Could cause my honor to recede

They say spirits fear these
Thou; we; people whose fear flees
Those who live without the need
To hark, harrow,
To this extricated stimulus of survivability

Thus my fear is wrought from nought but me
And what might come to be, begotten by my
Ignorance
Through recompense
And stagnance

Til decisions become prominent
To dislodge my obstinance
And force me to act
In likely, what is foolishness
But such grand an action meant

Should all things come to, for repent
And as things are evanescent
And as things are always writ by what is spent
And some things underwent, but not aptly lent

Forbearing prescience, and cognizance
Of what should come to pass
By destined placement, alas
My sweet laments
Transgress