In heavy rotation, my world is growing

Bringing new daylight, delivering insights

Always following the darkness in ignorance

As if practicing for come what might be maybe

Still not looking or seeing any light or disparity

Clarity comes both on top of peaks, as well as

Under the valley of shadows of death’s cold stare

New days return, never the same but still practicing

For soon night will return, testing my mettle

From the previous day and night’s of battle

Or simply failing to decipher findings in surroundings

Due to salvation finding “I” while not looking directly

Me, begins to understand the cycles at hand previously

Seasons and reasons for repetitions still outstanding

Standing under answers of day and night establishing

Awaiting turns in prayers, hopes and of concerns baring

In do and thru time, inching forward in minds awakening

Oftentimes by sore backsides from both day and night flipping

Turning heads from night to day, day to night again over

Tears falling and drying up from sobering lunar phases

Is hypothesis enough for turning frowns to smiles

Everything is up and then down, as I evolve thru instances!