The Agreements of Twilight

you could take a heap of stones
and you could stack them high
you could build an unstable tower to celebrate your agony

you could open a door
in a black, black wind
and you could hope for the best

but in the end
you would get what you deserve

you could turn your back on reason
make an enemy of thought
drive away that which you held dear

because that is the substance of your argument
but, good luck when the city sleeps
when the stories hold their sway
when the eyes should grow heavy
and the morning never comes

And in that time
when shoes lie unworn
when light is a mockery
when doubt drapes your shoulders
it is the truth that won't relent

and the stones will return to earth
as they should