Cloudy memories floating on my mind
Like pollens do in still air.
Hosted between lines of golden letters
In a bright lurid hue,
Words archived in files of unsubmitted apologies
Piling up till time reveals the error in that folder.
Regardless of whatever extent the clouds screen the sun
Its glow expands across the vacuum of the skies
Like the sun, I am the zero value of a giant glow
Hidden in the devil's smokescreen.
Yet still, my shadow lives to scare the schemes.
They presume I am drifting away,
But I am just reassembling the Rubik's cube
They seem not to understand.
I am the flesh of a paradox.
A time loop in which I keep rising from the ashes
Like a phoenix over and over again.
Stronger and confident on each rebirth.
The surprise will pop out before the twilight emerges
Because my tongue is always in synchrony with
the praise of the most high.
Glory be to HE who made a conqueror of adversity.