LongNightsJourneyIntoDay

Written after an all-nighter of sleep dep, coding, and music theory. Inspiration strikes in the darndest places . . .

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 The morning rises like a warning
 Dancing through my groggy eyes;
 With furrowed brows he soon regards
 My phantom form, bemused surprise.
 Why seems this fool awake
 To catch his timid light?
 A vigil stance to celebrate
 The passing of the night.

 The hours charm fluorescent halls
 And walls without a single star;
 No taste of fog or icy air
 Could deign to breach the basement bar.
 And in these halls I dwell
 Confused by Man's embrace,
 Till finally I shift my head
 To catch a dawning face.

 But in the hour of silent waking
 Madness yields to stony peace;
 The trials of night are set aside,
 A moment stilled, a calm release;
 The gentle warmth consoles;
 For though the deed is done,
 The child of night, he reconciles
 His life before his Sun.

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Send bushels of beatings in WillShipley's direction for for this.

For being awake or for writing this? -K.