Just When Night Is Deepest And Longest

Let me remain here in the enclosing labyrinth of words where the faint, obscured stars shine brightly for me instead of imbibing their pastry and coffee for their world is better, left unsaid You can say very little and become like a rock but that is no kind of virtue for a man whose mind was not made only for breaking open ground nuts And their religions would restrict us to only things the caveman had, lest we squander our living in the pleasure of leisure; many small minds can still make a strong wall Keep dreaming your unholy dreams of tomorrow and don't shield your face from the too-bright sun Inside us is a secret place exhorting us towards truth, the kind that’s known only by experience, and none other can stand your place for you Their sterile nights are but the first stirrings of our eternities..