Out the **** light. Away with feet and shoes. Laces drawn and Velcro snapped. He runs his personal miracle mile. From dawn to dusk, wake to quick to finish. He sleeps now. The shades closed, the world soft and still. His breathing ragged always. Patience and peace his only virtues. Tomorrow! Tomorrow will blaze. Will burn. Tomorrow! He’ll ignite his dreams, and track the ever elusive spirit of this country to it’s rest chamber. Buckled saber, shield aloft he will vanquish the soul and in it’s place he will carve himself and his future. Tomorrow. Patience. Peace. Tomorrow. Always. Out the **** light.