if ever i
somehow could
from shadow
like a flare
rise the way
i would
as luminescence
unto air
your love it
e'er sustains
your hands just
pick me up
when not much
else remains
to fill this
empty cup
gather me between
the waves
you're the one who
always saves
the sun is just an
afterthought
to eyes that find this
living fraught
with existential
vagrancy
kiss us then and
pat the head
for rare potential
poesie
and good news here
to spread
if ever there were such
a time
amid the blight unfurling
flags
when somehow comprehension
of the signs it
lags
and spirit is as e'er
still swirling
like nascent ones
that should
do so much more
if ever they
for all their whirling
would
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