Something hoped for every day
Of what the sun puts down
On this page I try to emulate
Its blindness toward good
Or ill and give the night
Its due respect the darkness
The sun slowly overcomes
Even the arduous pyramids
And the puniness seen from planes
My growth is a painstaking process
With intermittent lightning flashes
I suspect the gods inject
To spur us on to glory
Seat upright belt tight
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