Golden sunshine and brimming dawn I look to thee today tonight and tomorrow with anticipation and, as I often come to this post, somewhat lacking of trepidation; gifts though only potential come in the form of substance and, this time, actual worth.
Coasting along seems such a downer and negative aspect but, no .. shining tides bright with the rise of Sol parting between the split of my bow, this time as in the hope of all times, rise high but don't overcome; this coast is in the direction of maybe potential finality and as close to conclusion as I'm ever to find.
Tomorrow later Tuesday brings great interest; things when lost of all worth and value tend to not hold such weight as those crucial. This is common knowledge, though something not commonly nor previously known to me and thus, representative of an entirely new experience.
Pissing into the wind, it could be called.
Laughing in the face of adversary?
No, no .. that doesn't work. The title of villain can never be applied to a monster once it's fangs have been ripped out and made into trophy.
No less, some trophies are potentially worth collecting.
To thee, oh Sol, I stand before naked and abreast; deliver unto me your bounty and your wrath.
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