As Night Descends on Day

As night descends on day, we keep our eyes on pause
A fluorescent landscape before us,
Science and arithmetic behind us.
Our feet pinned to the ground, we know not what we are offered
But only what we can offer ourselves.
Our days are laminated with hope,
A protective seal for an otherwise vulnerable exterior,
A tool for the trades of angels,
Too wise and stunning for the tricks of devils.
We are buried in ethics while avoiding every one.

Steady hands yield constant success,
A steady heart yields consistent wisdom.