Nocturnality

Admitting there is much I do not know
I pepper my ignorance with my books
Whereby the skinny on some lore will flow
In bedizening my cerebral nooks
As miscellaneously colored lights
Interwoven through a Christmas tree
Radically invigorates winter nights
Like my divergent personality
At odds with utilitarian thoughts
And their applicable fear of the dark
Where abeyance negates diurnal fraughts
Long enough for some men to make a mark...
When time seems to reluctantly rescind,
So midnight poets are never chagrinned.