The Way In Matters Not

With clouds on his brow
And the sun in his cheeks
He said “No” to the now
And slept sound for ten weeks.

It’s a slumber of dreams
Where rest plays no part.
All is more than it seems
Yet clear from the start.

His way in matters not,
All routes come to a head.
The battle must be fought,
To win means none dead.

Then back to the now.
–He and clouds are one.
And long past the how.
–Now he is the sun.