At night when it's dark and things cease to be in the light,
this dark gives adversity a feeling of unexistance,
calm quiet the heart is beating to a hypnotic rhythym,
The sun broils heat in corals of the earth,
soon the sun will be replaced by the moon casting life to be rebirthed,
Thirst hunger labour works behind these walls of distinction,
non-beneficial calmness results in depletion,
The torch is lit it lights the dark,
being one with the flame can be devastating and feel stark,
Having ego is far from living in nirvana,
the flesh is like casting hate feeling nowhere from the heart but a heat sauna,
So hot so dry life cease to exist,
throughout the day but for some reason at night emotions of bliss,
A frame of mind designed to smile and love,
without a push or a shove,
At peace with attainment of goals due to persueing in singularity of the mind enlightenment,
weariness throughout the day from all troubling antics, minded malicious critics,
Time is more than increments it's also appeasement,
time it takes to properly assess yourself to refrain from being delinquent,
In a meditative state to perfect all the goals,
a straight shot when you follow your nose,
There's a bush on fire with a man behind it,
attempting to look from moment to moment but momentarily blinded,
Grinded down to bits of grain,
boiled down to gold off of pure pain,
Throughout these bitter hot days morals are learned,
That which the man owns he has earned,
By the time the night comes,
laying restless thinking about what will prevail with the sun,
In the dark I feel better with thoughts I don't oppose,
Maybe it's because I'm nocturnal..
©frost
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