Beauty found

Happiness he sought

into a dream he slipped

A dream so fanciful and all

like clouds so high up

Skies upon skies

A trance of faith

and hope

and courage

embraced his being

By divine mirth

his ego was no more

for he was one with all

Higher, he rose

ergo, he saw

further

below

The good amongst the scum, he saw

the strong amongst the weary

the saints amongst the sinners

And then he saw

himself

in the quagmire of all there was

Left alone to find his own way

with only faith to find his truth

all truth

Alone with faith

his calamity perished

his world settled

his merriment was found

And so he

awoke

high above

the highest of clouds

happy to be

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