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SUNSHINE



At what point
	Does man ever
Will about
The end
	The beginning
Of a day
	Conceived afar


Is the mind, whole
	In part
Fated 
Almost
	For the finish
Or a promise
	Of its moment


Is the eternity
	Of sojourn
Poised
Always
	To cross
The coming
	Of great identity


Or will devotion
	Amount simply to
Inconsequence 
Ephemeral 
	In its presence
Hollow
	In its entirety