Life most endless

There is this endless thing

With life called wish

And being away from it is

To see the stars again

Without illuminated illuminessenc

Or a clear ounce of old sunlight amiss

And we in our escapism

Wish no longer to wish

And only to hold

Onto distractions for so long

Before we're right back in day

And the light turns a brilliant white from gray

Such an achievement, period, is this