hope dawns a glorious new day of brightness, a permeating orgasm of wonder, chromatic bliss that soaks the sky in ichor and shakes it out, raining a golden light that has hibernated for years and years. though rest awakens the senses, I have gone far too long tumbling through this void of bone marrow wrecked earth, ditches dug as graves sing hymns to me, and I run myself through and through, thorough resumption.
I am begun again by virtue of the sun.
