It is early in the darkness.

In the morning of my night.

Fighting off this starkness.

In a battle lost from sight.

They said, “It’s an only in your head thing.”

But I said, “Oh contraire.”

When they correct you on your spelling.

From concern like they still care.

Then the sun rose on that horizon.

That one with all those lines of light.

Where my dreams lie with the spies gone.

Cause most have lost the need to fight.