Still Dark

6:20. Still dark, under fog. Quiescent sphere of music, on high, glorious the day, catch prism in dew, I walk morning fields. all know me, for i so loved the world, that i arose to beauty, and in doing, kindled the light of intelligence. had to be done. Wed the earth to the sky in your spirit. Sew the ragged edges, of morn and eve into a cloak of scarlet and let loose, the seed of thought, evolution. Do not call lightly. Intend to evolve. Fool's errand, this. Refraction. Atmosphere, and arrival.