Into the droning void by night
With eyes sewn shut
And bound by whirling emptiness

The lights afar
Strive for me
As glittering salvation
From the ruin of clouded peril

Mist burns away
For troves woven in secret
Offerings to parched dreamers
Long deprived of aspiration

From spiraling desolation
I emerged among my own
To traffic within my offbeat haven
In full and thriving splendor

Their spark abates
And finer thoughts diminish
As swift designation
Claims my treasured void

The spark abates
Clearing way for the conscious mind
Where I struggle to maintain
The casual art of balance