In silence and confinement
resides his soul's merriment...

Here you come,
over again...

Great Plebeians, heroes
martyrs, and revolutionists...

As geniuses design;
```my destiny's canvas...

She is a rescued moth morphing
under a sheet of stars navigating...

Sometimes it's really hard to phantom
What people need, what people want in life...

The weatherman said, today's going to be
one-eighty degrees and sunny...

Be not afraid of this thief named death
whence came such intruder not one dared...

I wish you well wherever you go
Forget about my tears of appreciation...

Devoid of light, among the graves,
I see her rise over the looming shadows...

When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide...

Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...