Vincent's Prayer

I believe in myself,

behind the white Night

and dark clouds.

I'm just there, hanging between

the ripe soil

and the sickening soul

of fearful ones.

The rain falls

disgustingly.

I will see better days climbing the summer fence.

Content in variegated dreams.

Oswald, the tide is cruel amongst us,

but I can see (from here)

that we are already winners.