"THE DANIEL CORPORATION"

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

2.15 in the morning, hard at work at the computer.

I feel that familiar sense of ignition -
the allure of power and control,
the cool wind of isolation
on a mountaintop.
knowing that noone else is on the ascent
but me
and my team.
one flag pole and a flag
flying high,
the cold wind a distant after thought.

rocketed down
to trade up and begin another climb
raise my own flag
a tumultous economy
an uncertain dark grey sky
the waves rise high
but i have my surfboard
the dark night surf is comforting
as is the lighthouse i have one hand on

the ever burning fire inside
the trip in a week to a chamber so heavy,
souls shudder at any movement
an ordeal so intense,
pain is but a vacant entity
the increase,
the reward,
the flexion of pride

the purpose of a mission
only i know of
the course of action and the steer and its lasso
control and controlled

break free
I am victorious.