in the hours of circulating darkness

meandering the streets of my mind
inside the walls of a staple
sadly not built in the realm of
satisfying fantasies.

believing that more remains
under the stars that house
infallible creatures determining the
lackluster era in which they
dwell cannot be all there is
in this undiscovered,
newly founded land of
gallant nonconformity

forever dancing a brilliant quiver
orbiting the undeniable
refuge devised if only
to be safe from the world for a
single day more