I used to think I wasnt good enough… To keep the years at bay To make it through these incessant summers... Spiked with that relentless blind & burn Leading me into this impending fall... just to leave me ostracized, with little if any hope of salvation... And that Moment Of Clarity I was on the verge of translating through my heart and eyes... It just fell apart inside my imagination, and I can only grasp at the fragments, as they float up, out of my reach and turn toward the sky J. Alexander