Late night is my sanctuary.
Where maybe I can rest my head,
and say today
I have done enough.
I have crawled and squirmed among
the muck and beauty of this world.
I have fulfilled my sacred covenants
to my people and my society.
I have persevered and even endeavored,
with a most precise effort,
to embody gratitude,
and lust for earthly treasures.
Maybe now,
I can awake into a new world.
Where the tension of the space between the selves
I wish to be
dissipates,
leaving a raw existence--
where the mundane delights my priomoridal soul.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
Late night is my sanctuary.
Where maybe I can rest my head,
and say today
I have done enough.
I have crawled and squirmed among
the muck and beauty of this world.
I have fulfilled my sacred covenants
to my people and my society.
I have persevered and even endeavored,
with a most precise effort,
to embody gratitude,
and lust for earthly treasures.
Maybe now,
I can awake into a new world.
Where the tension of the space between the selves
I wish to be
dissipates,
leaving a raw existence--
where the mundane delights my priomoridal soul.
