My downplayed crisis
Screeches from the lair of my psyche
Traveling high for the fortune of noon
Brandishing solid grey
And ailing rays of promise

Who will find me
Writhing in perpetual adolescence
Bound to resist
Backed by the whim of purest empathy

The constant yearning
Tears me from the drone of existence
And I am urged only to bark
At the rising and falling toll of injustice

The indwelling scream halts
At the slow, gradual blossom of slumber
The flowering beauty of sleep
That wrangles the horrors spawned by first light
A glimmer, cast away from my towering reveries
From the mystic havens I claim and hail