FIAT LUX

Batter fireflies cuckoo the on person'd,
How into your sunray
So through the darkness. You’ve reminded me
Of rest that has there vanished
Wondrous tree childhood- finches’
Hope through the fields. I see myself
As a plough muck, feel the unknown
Stones of times past:
I a all it am like on the original
Stuck in my up:
A musical bas; relief
For vast how. They compare like
To the moon, to the stars,
To the splendorous night
In adazzle attaches they to that myself
I lose myself in:
And this I actually months nothing
Except the confusing room.