the dark deepens
the tiny candle holds its breath
dives under the night's waters

halfway across
the little universe of a room
the candle drowns

& I am left
bereft at the bottom
of nothingness

I feel my self to see
if:I am...still here
if:I...still exist

I think I do
therefore I am
...I. . .think

"ooooOOOO!" cries the wind
pretending its a ghost
the trees snicker

"OOOOoooo!" cries the ghost
pretending to be the wind
the trees snicker

"...& if I die before I. . ."
I hurl the prayer
at the blackness

a-not-put-away shoe
catches me by the foot
I fall. . .

"Come to my arms!"
the bed mumbles
I tumble into its embrace

suddenly sleep seizes me
"Come with me..." sleep whispers
I make my escape

safe inside
a snore
the dark don't worry me no more

in the morning the sun
throws lances of light
at the retreating dark

the shadows flee
in desperate disarray
make a last stand behind the mirror

on the floor
a dead candle
with a right big toe(imprint)

the sun advances
the shadows' slaughter
emperor of light...conqueror of morning