This Presents Unlit Night Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Trust
within the
world, is the bliss
to wish in conflict's pain
love, hatred, and misery to blame
to elevate, the truth of spirit compelled
by those that do triumph away
the woes that occupy the
ends of time invincible…
In wisdom we must offer
the proof, find possible the
contemplation, of the cause for
compassion; where hearts too blind
are awakened, and fold all eternity
beyond existence in freedom unified
becoming free willed, and embroiled of
all a greater purpose; prosperous, faithful
living, conjured to end every fear alive in the
fruits, of the possible world, of a mind that
comes prepared outside of time, of an infinite
possibility and essence, held to everything
imagined; that universal utopia of the
happiness of the face, smile shining
through the choice of non-betrayal…
The days that there have been, become
the hearts where fates aligned, a place from
where I glimpse, free from every subtle
hated, haunted, and scared faith…
Thoughts hold the wills of the mind
from angels consume, and I find this
reasons gasp of breath; expelled of
this wisdom's abandon, and I tolerate
all souls that dwell with vanquished
crowds, and enshroud, repair, and
conquer all calamities…
The reason this world
has gone we deny, and we
should find a neo-world, and theretofore
better the wisdoms that imprison
this presents unlit night.