Sufficient Reason

It has never stopped — until today — the coming and shining of my sun upon the dark lines. It has never stopped — until today — the tickling of the rooster’s feathers by the soft fingertips of my sun. Until today it has never stopped, the nightmare’s flight from the sound of my sun’s shining breaths. There is no reason at hand to prove you will not come, you will not shine, you will not roll up — once again, tomorrow too — the black scroll of this darkness ...