The Good Fight

I fear the quiet sky,

untouched by earthly shadow,

unborn to dark,

knowing only its impersonal strength which cannot harm nor take but still,

is heavy in its hollowness,

with no patience,

and no need for wait,

and I the singular warrior,

against its sovereignty,

longing for the certainty of brick and tight-cut planks,

more ruly than these blue ghosts,

than light.

This,

my greatest adversary,

the highest vault,

the silence,

which does not care for war,

nor weep,

for casualties.