Halftime Oath

I make my halftime oath, slow as dawn,
On the bible of night where I’ve signed and withdrawn.
If I ever vanish, I vanish to you,
Not into vaults I could talk my way through.
I make my halftime oath, skin and smoke:
no more crowns that I cut from a joke.
When I count the cameras, I’ll count your sleep.
and guard what dreams decide to keep.