In the quiet of the night
When I try to slumber
Thoughts come rolling in
Like tides of emotional
Reactions
Like factions of the heart
Actions of the truth
Manic highs or seething lows could not render, could not decalcify the solitude
Of honestly objectified encroachment put to motion
By contriteness and conviction in my soul
To the forbearing completion
Of an undelivered lie
Brought to light by undeniable
Confirmation manifested by the silent ringing of the conscience bearing witness
To these ties
And someway knowing well wherewith it hides,
We watch and wait
For the Encroachment