Saturday, January 30, 2021

Every morning sun

With every rising sun
I've noted with joy, Apollo's repetition
There is no reason to question
If the sun will rise today
If life is unfulfilled oblivion
It nonetheless is a continuation
Of the world's system of existence
I hear the gods laugh
And that laughter seems to be perdition
Life can be an emptied depression
As I move through the haze
Waiting to die, and enter Elysium
Now becomes forever after