His face began to light up,
For how long? For the time being?
I asked him to fling his strike
At the better man, the rigid one.
I, as a zealous person gained more luck,
For days and nights lingered and stood.
He looked brave and mad
Like a hound that surfaced from the deep
Of the jungle.
Leave his son and daughter
Now that pebbles and stones
Have explored the bodies of light.