Hurling across the universe at a parsec beyond light. Always thought I’d win the war but never had to fight. Sped headlong toward eternity, facing mercy armed with grace. The joy of daily troubles forgotten in this endless space.

The pious and the chastened are stretched beyond retort. The enemies poke fun at me as if only meant in sport. Wiggling room and cleverness, forgotten with the shame. Often well convicted riven by the endless shame.

Fear a non-contender having been left upon the pier. The whisper once forgotten got a grip of my inner ear. The atrocious and the savory envisaged in one mind. Never failed to come upon the things I was meant to find.

Lost in my surrender, left behind with me. From prison and poor thinking, invariably set free. Contained in understanding, remiss in mischief’s plight. A pinhole of bright wonder sliced through embrace of silken night.

Leave me to judicious rhymes and rhetoric of hope. The artist and the barrister argue legality and scope. If you would be where we were meant to be supposedly in fate. Just in time for love opined to be fueled beyond the hate.

Sacrifice superficial and obedience forgot. We had to dust up principles and offer the whole lot. Seldom experimental and challenged by ideas. To traipse across the vacuum propelled and fostered by fair seas.