Now

Dread the night
Tread softly in razor dreams.
Lay down in obscurity to Raise the past
Raise, too, poetic sounds in wayward verse

Empty Poet
Dread the night
And nothingness and do-nothingness
Bow to the past, obscurity and bound memory
Owe to the reveries of day the obligation of contemplation
Owe to the razor dreams your soul and fertile words