recently i've found my
eyelids heavy and my neck
too weak for my head and a
gravitational pull calls my
consciousness down into the
dark and when i wake it's to
people saying,
"you shouldn't stay up so late".
i nod no, thinking of the nights
when the time seems slipping through
the cracks in my heart and i can't
bear to close my eyes for fear of
missing something. it's my private
starlight patch; cool air in my
hot head and the sound of nothing
on the streets like after-rainfall.
the still quiet calm of 2am and the
curling toes and the dark, always
- undeniably - the end.