He roams the darkest fantasies
As darkness is the way to Light.
The man that makes lamps
Brings freedom from the bonds of Night.
Visions of submission and surrender dominate
A painful forceful flight
From want and need and all the gyres
Of this life.
Once more. The push. The thrust.
Until no voids remain
The resin breaks —
But when the Day has come for Time
And definitions of the future
To merge and form fluidity of path
Knowing how to be without,
All will cure and bond — free and fast.
donika emille 