Running from the night and its hidden meanings
Letting go of this world and its chaotic seethings
Beyond the doubts that I am not a whole form of being
Perhaps this is what is being told by this night’s shadowing
That the individual is more than just a surface
That I myself am more than an unlit furnace
Where there is a void of the unclaimed and the sinister
An emptiness to be replaced by a star like no other
In a world that the obscene is so common that it is normal
Is perhaps the calling for the greatest effort to venture to be singular
As many walk in the shadows of the outside looking for the light
While I know that it is within that one finds God’s might
And I am not to doubt His words of deliverance
