Proayemer.

God,

scather my life,

break my psythe,

flinder my self,

exscind my ambitude,

and hold me free.

Dum spiro spero

Morning, and stars
lay down their
aery chourse to
the universe.

There, see, night
lifts up his
fenestral latch to
the light.

Doubt, so thick,
dissolves with its
cheerless light to
the life.

Hope, heare again,
take up my
breath, til I hold
the morning.

the edge

the problem with enjoying the sunshine is that you miss it when it gets dark.

but it is beautiful between day and night.