NotebookOne.Fourteen.Triumph by j z provo date lost Triumph -Sudden, (like Lightning) A point is passed When promise turns to Fulfillment; When rise turns to Fall; When Struggle turns to Victory; When Life turns to Death. The moment passes quickly, But the Sensation - Lingers, as A lizard Sunning itself For the day - Compressed into a single Instant. A momentary interval of freefall Stretched off... Into Infinity. -With this infinitesmal slice of Eternity, Unbound joy is ours for the taking. Feeling as a Caesar - A million times a day without reflecting upon it, We stumble forward and count All as Failures, Unless We are Told otherwise.