I am not a morning person.
I am not a man built for the sunrise,
unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge
on the culmination of a long summer's eve.

This is not something that
One
      Should
            Necessarily
                       ­  Lament
When considering the fact that
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The hours of night beckon unceasingly.
Time well spent in the company of Erebos.
In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen,
A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction.

Yet I find myself yearning for the age
That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.