Night Is Always a Brief Curtain

Night is always a brief curtain on the crash of the stage. its fall will initiate a brief interlude between madness and sanity. A mild soliloquy Where quiet dignity invades like a horde.. I breathe in once, twice... out maybe more, Building a rapture of no words, no thought, no future. Now time leaps and the cost of sleep weighs against the stillness of this intermission. I will fall under the weight of Morpheus, and darkness will descend upon all countenance An intermission But it will be too soon that light will break its way across the light year, and orb will turn. I stir within the haze, the curtain will lift, And the show will go on