Dim Sublimation

Lying awake at the turned sun.

I count my knowledge...

Fractured in factual,

And sputtering actuations...

If it wasn't for man and his inebriations.

Looking and looming, 

Peering & viewing,

All in a second- Take the looking glass back and keep us from doing.

Ironed and rooted in the massive Bud.

Learning, from a girl, having whatever she loves.

Best gene in my marrow. Saved from a lemon.

The serendipitous, heaven! 

...Transformative nightfall.

Thoughts and deeds, both in action.

Good intent, breeds positive attraction.

Through Him at once, and no withering distraction. 

For He charged the photon and gave the maladative.