A Night Song

The colors are muted by the grey of the sky. I present as if everything is normal, but I feel like I have missed 4 months in a night. I am stunted in my ability to tickle the ivories in a way to present my day. I listen to melodies in conjunction with plotting a plethora of words in front of me. Maybe I put my hands to the sky and ask for the answers in this news brief. Every day proves to me that I am extra terrestrial in a land of portalers and witchcraft. Soon I hope that the answers will be revealed to me. Maybe a Moroccan dream set me straight for a time last night after a nap. I hope that my strength holds out as I even look at dogs and wonder their plans for me. I call to my Line Deputy and he hears me, but cannot say everything he wants to be. We need to be SEPARATE entities. I need no more emeshment. I pray on my knees. Come to me in the night and the kiss of darkness will keep us warm and protected. All time is now protracted.