All sorrow is a blip, A sense without a motion, The eye of mind’s slip, An unreasonable notion. The stars all lined and dance, A distant echo of a light, The absence of the chance, An aftermath of all the fight. All sorrow is eternal, Unconvinced by the march

My light dims ever slightly, My desires are electric, Don’t you take my words lightly, See me now going all poetic. There’s one device I adore, Not something high tech, Almost simple as a door, Without I’m just a wreck. It moves me fast and swift, Across