ANCHORLESS DAWN (THE LONG NIGHT Part 3)
PROF. CORTON · THE LONG NIGHT (The Complete Trilogy) · Out now
The final part of The Long Night trilogy. At dawn the anchors of other people's measures are cut loose. Not leaving forever, not surrender, but setting a course for healing.
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Credits
Artist: Prof. Corton
Album: THE LONG NIGHT (The Complete Trilogy)
Album release: 18 September 2026
Label: Fragmented Music
Lyrics
The night keeps sending me postcards of old ghosts
They come back in color — sharper than they ought
I used to sleep with anchors stitched into my ribs
Weights of other people's measures — heavy as ships
Dreams delivered receipts for debts I never owed
They printed my reflection in margins I outgrew
I learned to match the metronome of someone else's praise
Till mornings were a ledger and nights were stained with haze
But the ledger folds; the ink won't always bind
I keep the pages closed to see what I might find
I untie anchors at dawn and let the harbor breathe
Not to go forever — just to learn what keeps me seaborne
I am not exile or surrender; I am a hand on my own sleeve
I set a course for healing — not for leaving forevermore
Recalibrated pulses that once beat to broken scales
The old machine of praise still clicks beneath the floor
I hear it in my sleep but I no longer own the door
No fury in the severing — just a patient, careful cut
A seam rethreaded gently so the wound does not erupt
CUT — THE — CORD
LOOSE — THE — LINE
FLOAT — AWAY
LEARN — TO — BREATHE
I will fold the maps you pressed into my palm
Keep one corner for the future: a slow, tentative psalm
I might light a flare one day, send a soft, careful call
But not to tether my spine — only to say I learned to stand tall
This anchorless dawn is mine to meet alone
I steer from memory, but I hold the helm my own
If time allows a bridge, I'll send my voice across the foam
Until then I learn the harborless route back toward home
The clock still whispers, the night still keeps its pace
But I wake with pockets empty — and a steadier place
