Take nothing from nothing lightly.
His own sprites, infants
Of Providence from voids, nurtured, cradled, reborn as instants
Above the need of time’s pieces, time beside itself, timed slightly
To the skyward―Fate and Destiny merely fashions, statements in spatial nights
Of fire. Engines of the commonweal may not easily be ignored
As antipathy gainsays grace and sue the flowers of “Might”
And “Maybe” as with all other litigants in the pond.
The cultured and the coarse and those who are not born
In affirmation’s garlands are worthy vesitutures but wisely worn
For what and who they were not what they are, held well beyond
Distractions the eye; reality rarely takes a mistress.
All that is cannot be penned and has no vested interests.