On each morning horizon dawn arrives
as time streams by unknown to unknown;
one being is cast alive alone unto the abyss
between hope and no hope, blood and nothingness.
With the Source imperceptibly withdrawn,
is the course futility? or redemption?
Without light is no meaning, but can there be
love? Along the ever-alluring edge I watch
seeking no assurances. But if there is justice
what more is required of me than honesty?