I lay in bed
and tell myself how my day went.
Thoughts revolve slowly,
a galaxy
around an emotional black hole.
From the spiral I pluck a thought
and give it a name.
It sprouts wings
and flutters away.
Sooner or later, the lights flicker and dim.
My consciousness slips softly into the night.
written May 5, 2017
revised July 8, 2018