there are no enemies
attempting to thwart
this rediscovering
that winks on the periphery
while blazing from the heart
there is no champion
who could amplify efforts
to reveal the obvious
that whispers between steps
in syncopation with a bold beat
Whether blazing forth
or creeping crepuscular
there are none
who could dim this illumination
or intensify that which is already
blinking away dream tears
crusted in the corner of the mind’s eye
is to wake fresh into clear seeing,
in harmony with an apparent choir,
myriad voices singing as one
