Because I am in the habit of...staying conscious...past the hours of the blackness of the sky....

I always see the very first symbols of the resurrection of the sun...

I ask myself, 'why do I lack the discipline," with heavy self-abuse and words of smoke and venom, and thrice in the form of guilt, "to not sleep as the sun goes down, and rise with the light?"

Here is what I want...it is a symbol of the truth.

The Truth is the heart's desire within my inner coils.

Twist them undone and twist them around...see that all I want is to ebb and flow and dance with all.
All that Is and Is Not.

Like an Arch-Angel...

Yet, here I am...
A nocturnal scribe.
A saying of sweet words, and a doer of not.

I'll close my eyes and dream of days soon to come, dripping with gold and embodied with the rising of the sun.