in the moments before dawn, right before the tendrils of light push the darkness back, that sublime moment of anticipation and fear

what new horrors will be cast in shadow, the hidden face of primal fears and knots in sub-gastrointestinal distress will be shown

it is a time of truth, where the machiavellian plots of mental duress of all night tossing and turning and wishing and burning will soon be met with cold light of truth

unless the sun doesn’t rise today, she has decided to take a sick day, cast her rays onto a more fitting planet with less atypical demands

endless night, when the ghouls and revenants of humanity can thrive and frolic with no need for masks and shame, able to wreak havoc with abandon as she has abandoned us to pitiless dark skies

no

she’ll rise and shine as she always does in her stationary whim, that stern mother who convinces us she rises for us as we secretly spin for her, she manipulates the narrative

gives off a sense of loving touch, when her embrace is no true embrace but an illusion, a differential of truth, a myth, a lie told since man first staggered drunkenly out of the caves so long ago

and we’ll kneel in supplication, as we were taught to, as was programmed into us since those first fearful days

i refuse

to hell with these standards and virtues passed down from the past, these archaic beliefs in which so much value is placed with so little return on emotional investment

i say no

i’ll put my faith, my unsteady legs of worship into a soft shoe rendition only to be danced in earnest for her, the she i find most alluring, the she that has my heart in her in her delicate fingers, her lips can sup upon my life and i feel no ill will, for she is my everything and only thing, my love, my life, my soul’s desire

to the she that is my only need