My light may be seen by others,
as the darkness blackens
and wraps around my place.....
They know.....
they know.
Under that light I toil,
sometimes for hours,
sometimes for minutes,
but I must.
At that hour
it is the deepest time of the night,
and nothing stirs,
other than the whirlwinds in my mind.

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