Do detest somber concepts brought forth by parturition to the thoughts you cannot otherwise declare untrue in the dark hour that is trapping you,
sealing you
in. Do not enter thy darkened
grave, for isolation amongst
those horribly innate constructs breeds involuntary cries
for days -brought on
by
perusal within. Do not encounter some cold cell, where creeping doom stalks and that black dog walks; there under stained obscene appearances,"unreal;"
and where low bred
mouths are speaking
falsely in lightless
arid lands so stale. But rather let the rejoicing wind that purifies
The dawn give lift to your courageously
resolute wing.
This is what it means
                     to belong
with one Self
to maintain.