by Danny James
He paid for his perception, and earned his silence; well knows the struggle of all who would rise to their yesterdays. Courage now is day by day, and strains he his meditations above the clouds that mantle his mood, which spread to his exquisite rapier glare. To none nor himself would kneel. Vision deep and clear, burning unchecked along the passage of his exhalation, absorbed in the quietude of release.