The Forgotten One

There come moments that are;
in any man!
That of a man's life?
Whereas fate and consequence meet:
not found beneath his feet.
But rather no longer vulnerable or as. . .
intimidated in facing the elements for surprise.
That he can smell the rain.
That once upon a time,
all meaning was lost.
It disappeared, and generated thoughts
of pure intellect and delight.
When truth not despair, gave me the rejoicing
and saved me from dejection.
The same delight in not having feared the worst is over.
The same kind of a meaningless afterthought,
that only the stars start raining down upon you.
Such vibrant rays of light.
There are many moments in time.

Many of these moments,
that a man is no longer vulnerable.

Many of these moments,
that a man is no longer thought of.

Many of these thoughts,
that a man is no longer intimidated
and face the elements.

And for starters everything that has been revealed,
was only required.

Limited in thought, but shared in great abundance.