.
sunrise unveiled a promise of treasure...

.
none of these life choices...

.
there need not be iron bars...

as soon as it's spoken
as soon as it's heard...

Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne...

turn your gaze to power
of life and death...

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

Of a mind that’s glad, dopamine-laced silken...
stays awhile, close by, sobre feet planted to...

When your winter breaks into spring
think of new and wonderful things...

Where it not for one to play buffoon
or to say of none we're way too soon...

you are the schwa
of public domain...

Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...