In the blindness of shadows
I blink, heavy-lidded
As my clouded mind shuffles through the elements
Weary with the stream of troubles
That break their voices loud over each morn.
Where are the triumphs, the glories of innocent smiles?
If the silence of dawn could be splintered, but once
With a blissful victory.
Still, I dream.
A single candle-lit beacon to gleam on through the murky days
This pinprick of glimmering hope
For a philosophy, riding forth on the sunrise, reborn.
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