Like a single point on the earth
Turning away from the sun
It becomes colder and darker
Until it rotates back to face the light
The dark is not to be ignored
Daily waves of life remind me of the present death
From within the dank and musty smell of hopelessness
They are waiting for a hand to be lent
Temporary discomfort is a given
Temptation all too likely
Because the night distracts
Clarity quivers and weakens
Like a diver sunk too deep
Panic sets in amidst the poison of neon
Returning to the surface becomes critical
To face the light again
m e a n d e r s 