Nocturnal Invigoration

A Poem

I am waiting

Waiting on the day's end

Others close their eyes

but I come alive

I wait through the ban

of milky blue that breaks

open the sky where

the diamonds lay

The oppressing air

subsides and the dense

smog sprinkled with it's

dancing molten ash rises

The bare flesh of my feet

presses into the damp

earth floor

and the raging heat

lashes at me,

beckoning me

It flutters in its open cage

flashing it's

vibrant colors

Without its sustenance

it dims and dies

But I stand there

letting it struggle

Soon, it is released,

converting to smoke

and I look to the blackness peppered by the fortune of gems

I am alive.

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