new days arrive in numeric sequentially
somewhere someone dies
somewhere a new born baby smiles
the darkness abates
and threats less

struggling the struggle
to relinquish who he is
he unveils his vain conflict with vanity
even his selflessness is selfish

in the pre-morn is the waning night
a silver orb fills the sky
she controls tides
can she truly even rule his emotions?

his stand is alone
on a commerce sphere

spinning precisely
toward some unknown end
for him the darkness never abates

a word never heard
configures in his mind
a screamed contraction
touches no ear: ‘CONFLUX’
even he doesn’t understand

for him the darkness never ends