The Web Laureate

it is, and, at thee,
of this moment,
overcomes me,
if feels so less,
so seeking lonely,
away from all,
aroundy,
and now, that time,
to be free,
from that which,
binds we,
of darkness,
of betwee’,
where light shines,
jubilee,
so succumbs,
to I flee,
to I flee,
to I flee —-