As the day pretends to awaken, my eyes are weary of the sun
We have chosen a path of temptation, within the darkness
of poetic epiphany
As reclusive an ideal
as the thoughts in my mind
disturbed by nothing
and nothing before my eyes
And with this, I recall that moments are here
In this text it is written, the matrix of my being
such welcome eyes that read the words herein -ajos​
