As the night moves in, and
the day is condensed, and
it's spiritual fires burn low,
clothed in the darkness.
When all the things that 
seemed obvious are now
left exposed (and dis
robed) by the light of
nothingness and are
seemingly bereft of a
soul. Those facts you
thought you knew,
posture up and laugh at
you. Just like those kids
back in school, who made
up all of those stupid
rules, who prepared
themselves like abject
fools, for a world
which made no real sense, but
for a time allowed them a
pitiful defense, when they
were crowned the kings
and queens of schoolyard
fences. And the laughing
faces in your mind's eye
turn back again this time, only
to vanish with twisted and barbaric grins, and
being insubstantial from
beginning to end, owe
nothing to anyone or
anything. EVER. and their
mocking laughter echoes
and reverberates on the
shores of your waking
mind, and in a hopeless
shambles you amble
onward towards the dawn,
when once again you will
be draped in the robes of
this shining world, and
caught forever by the
talons of the sun.
a hopeless pawn.