In the morning
I reject the light
Ruin days and
Ravage nights
A brute forcing felicity
from its gilded throne
The joy that is lost
is the joy that was my own
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
In the morning
I reject the light
Ruin days and
Ravage nights
A brute forcing felicity
from its gilded throne
The joy that is lost
is the joy that was my own