Like Night & Day

   
   
   
   
   
The Sun is speaking  
now in hungry, eldritch tongues...  
the stars are just right  
   
dust & smoke clearing  
monolith in the distance,  
pardon this stumbling  
   
happy days for me-  
got my cake and eating it;  
I am satisfied  
   
crawling dawn, it breaks  
my heart & tools daily, yet  
I slumber soundly  
   
a fool past his peak  
now scraping to the finish,  
was it worth the climb?  
   
this: for the taking,  
a callow soul escaping-  
this was expected  
   
memetic horror  
with all haze & fog lifted=  
I did as I pleased!  
   
the crimes and the highs  
but a Faustian bargain  
though I'll not complain  
   
   
the sky is breaking  
old ground with a hungry tongue,  
the time could be nigh...  
   
shortened days for me  
as I earn what is coming...  
it was all worth it