Can you create again,
From scratch - the very beginning?
Will you remain the same
In fact, if you were sure of winning?

Shall you dance
In the brightness of the night sky,
Or in a trance
When Apollo’s carriage reaches
It’s peakest high?

> Tey’s poetry

dancing through digital fields.
unlocking truths, harvesting grace
I sowed before - now bearing yields.

climbing up critical peaks.
to watch wishes come true,
painting the mid-day sky - with
my comets' righteous streaks.

> Tey's poetry