Conceding.
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and hones from stillness quiet rapture.
Emerging the sparkle of gem-stars
lends diamond brightness to penetrate dark.
And surging toward us while we lie
powerless a God-shine reimburses our eyes.
Consciously losing tracked time day\'s
uncertainty fades and we fall up into space.
We sip nova\'s love signs and as black
velvet remains holed we desire satisfaction.
When one with the cosmos doubt yields
then conceding to destiny modest recedes.