"You are the loam-weaver
& shattered expectation of transcendence
Where this night begins and tomorrow ends
Overlap through the extinguished fire
Of my mind."

Those moment when despite the self-discoveries that have come before, we still manage to lose sight of ourselves. Sometime all the wise can do is quiet the mind and wait for the lifting.

Excellent combination of verse and images here, d-pend. The title itself could have stood as piece of dada-inspired poetry.