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when again shalt we meet?
in a moment where i am week
is not my life
in abhorrent plight
or when the safety of day
brings an abstenious night
eyes wonder from left to right
to find comfort in moonlight
as if this symbolism
brought absoultism
-that in darkness, there'll always be a compass
to guide me out of an ineviertable abyss-

when shalt we meet?
when sweet acrimony
is called upon me ,
as if an acropetal state of being
denounces me the feeling of acheivment
and the glory that so rightly comes with it?
as if i were blind and a magnificant
sculpture i may only touch
robbing me of my reason to have eyes

when shalt we meet?