Cosmical Journeys To Regret And Get. Poem by Michael Gale

Climbing the stairs of successional glee...Makes all cheerful land gracefully happy.

Breezeways arid of freedom's glare...Making one conscience and over thy shoulders, doth the elegance-self stare.

Beyond all deafness to beauties delight...A kiss sent earth ward, and yet-far and into the dark, cold night.

A lonely aloofness, not yet born aloft...Regrets of nothingness, arranged to get.

Targets seem higher than far and highest worlds, set far apart...Were I able to grasp and get.

Will I fall down deep into my safest-safety net? ...At last, at last-I finally get.