On the wayfaring fool.
Strength is sapped.
Onward time flows.
Vagrant thoughts intecede.
Spirits soar, and souls emerge.
Passions held in a tight grasp
Of oaths made in unthinking moments.
Linear beings start towards an end.
Arrant races breathe wishes
And hopless abandon holds victory.
These carrion emotions recede.
In their wake understanding blooms.
Vigilance is an estranged bedfellow;
Existence bears on without Its required meanings.
