Let me be captured by the night. Engrossed in the conversation between the stars. Syncopated twinkling like... thousands of fireflies trapped within sealed jars.
Let me be enslaved by the moon. As I drink her glow in greedy insatiable gulps. Crestfallen... Her beam with an agenda... As the landscape she sculpts.
Let me be ensnared by my solitude. But I hear crickets... Chirping and chipping away at my bastion of dreamstate. Persistent calls I try to shun that never abates.
Let me be trapped in my thoughts. So I could harness... And immortalise them in indelible careless scribbles. Erecting and... Rebuilding them from the rubble of conflicting squabbles.
Let me be overwhelmed by the mess of my being...** Let me wallow Then emerge strong from this decrepit state of mind. Let me breathe heavy from my punctured lungs. So I could heal in time before true solace in this dark, I would find.