If you query the night’s resolve, it is darkness in absolution

None more quiet or still than the immobilizing isolation witnessed by a thousand flickers

The hustle of the day punctuated by the night in hushed bicker

Muting or even pausing calloused hands for a moment of contrition

 

“The deeds carried by my spirit are of selfish nature,

I carry on catering to the ultimate needs of my own being,

I may suffer and pander eternal, but I bare my teeth with clear seeing,

That I would rather burn by candlelight than shackle the day indentured”

 

As the night progresses still, I have surpassed and claimed master

Still against the spotlights, immovable to my own account

Burning desire holds me steadfast, patient to an unlimited amount

Trudging slowly throughout the day as my dreams at night replay faster and faster…

 

I am not afraid, I shall fear none

Not even in the absence of light shall steal the pain of discipline

Slave to my own ambition, never to give in

For my vessel is my own, not a duplicate, but one.