the night is full of Powers
they hum in the spaces between my ribs
dance like sparks in my veins
i am their battleground
i walk outside, die into the purity of the stars
and wonder how it is possible for beauty to be so impossibly beautiful
like an endless knot
in a world without scissors
and i can do nothing
but place one foot in front of the other
travel until the Dawn
asking nothing but to find the strength to give
so step by careful step
i leave myself behind
and become the light