The Contrast Of My Reality 

My ego is an artifact of my consciousness
Restless in the stillness of the delicate nights resilience 
Comforting my well being with a soul that I don’t know 
A soul that will bring me artificial light, temporarily heating what once was cold 
The mystery that last but a mere moment in contrast to my reality 
A fragment of my continues duration 
Once the mystery is gone I’m lost in my cavalier trance of cerebral oneness 
The enigma of the present is a savant, until another entity is a replacement 
Until the frequency is matched 
Nevertheless I crave to be detached 
Emotionless to the retrograde 
Even through the shame my ego feels no pain 

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