focus needle sharp and glowing piercing the rare white winter calm of my mind at rest like a ray of too bright to see sunlight too hot to do anything but set the edges of conscious thought ablaze where they blacken and burn fast curling inwards with steady flames roiling over ashen fingers grasping at the long forgotten Morpheus's throat prying wide the sleeping god's eyes fastened open by Prometheus's chains Hades, Tartarus, eternal penance, for bringing inspiration into this dark human world the price I paid in sleep for grades