Unwavering eye in a sea of perspective.
The thoughts holding tight to threads of protection.
And other eyes wandering, lock your direction.

    As one hope dies, another is born
Or a new hope that kills so that others can grow.
Physically, no different with flesh that expires.
For a death that grieves us, may relieve the tired.


Oh, lonely eye, individual cell,
Know that heaven could never exist without Hell.
The worse that you could fear to endure,
Is fuel for the joy in your future.



                           Do NOT fear the dark, Individual cell.

There are many other's that your torment may help.
perhaps even you, if in time it is so.
For many cells make a body.
And individual, whole.