Sneaking solstice, slide eternal forward.
Avelanchian apex, arise in fury.
Fortune, find faith in finale.
With wavering wings,
sweet Icarus soar.
Radiantly reach
universal
Zenith.
this is very clever. i like this a lot.
And I don’t like it on account of being clever.
Thank you 
On account of yourself being clever? I can see where you are coming from, it feels slightly limited, but I think I got it across rather well considering.
err no no. What I meant to say was on account of it, the poem, being clever.