quietness i know
’cause the sun’s below
the moment surely is night
and though not a right
i try to read,
comprehend
and to write
in this quietness of night.
with these tools as soldiers
dispersed to their bases
awaiting these orders,
these directives of exegesis
for my intention was assimilation.
but lo, i assimilate not
for within is an obstruction;
an enemy of comprehension,
thief of concentration
oh! how can i boycott this thought?
hence salvage my brains rot
emotions, please let me have my privacy.
