One must do whatever is necessary to create AKA Day Twenty-Six

The inky black void taunts us while
Wisps of inspiration float by, so
Close their icy tendrils change the
Temperature of the surrounding air
Perhaps one will stop long enough
To wrap around, change shape,
Leave a mark, a record
Most, however, dissolve into
Whatever ether created them
Oh yes, we would love to tell the
Darkness that it is us, that
We invented the light, but that
Is just us boasting for we know
We are merely vessels. We
Hope for the spark, the muse
To make us glow, to shine
Briefly. Then we pray for more because
We are addicted to the brilliance we feel
Inside when we burn bright