I Own the Night (Sufi Vision) - Saul Williams

If I’m just born once in a lifetime

Who am I to make things up?

I count the stars but will they count me?

Who am I to lift them up?

«Who am I?»

the soldiers ask me

«Who am I?»

ask the police

Who am I but a reflection of that uniform beneath

I was born on a forgotten day

Born on a forgotten day but I own the night

I own the night

I snuck back through time hacks

A mountain of stars over the sea

The rippling torment of solitude

I will reach you if only to shake you awake

Beneath the crust and mantle of this planet is a birthplace

A crystal of light peering through ocean breath and form

I am as conscious of its eye as in my essence, I am I

Both the music and the bombast of the storm

I own the night and the stars bright as suns of distant galaxies

I am the darkness of my earth-form holding space

I own the night and the spectrum of awareness and fatality

I take the form of every lover’s face

Deep in the eye in the moon-like satellite of every pupil

I am the light in its wave-form

I am grace

I own the night and the dream-space of a planet in a planet

I own the night that each day works to erase