Truthfully and honestly
A flower blooms
In the guitars strings of life
But dies in the trumpets of floorboards
And tugs at the armhairs
And red beard of the goats belly
Twice now I've come across
As we are all voyagers
And walk of the tips of out feet
And a plague on all cowards

Armhairs prickling to attention
ringing builds
in your ears
this nightmare, returning,
once more

Yes,
the sun will rise again,
its rays will
warm some
more than others
in the midst of
this ever-darkening storm.

Breathe.
And resolve
To be the light
where the sun cannot reach