you are the schwa
of public domain...

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

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

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

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider...

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

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

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

.
there need not be iron bars...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

.
sunrise unveiled a promise of treasure...

.
flame...