all that life
in all that light

flesh walking, talking
electric

sparkling jewels
in a black sea

though to me
I gaze and wonder...

who is writing writhing verse?
who is making mad love?

and which bulb
will be the next to burn out?

for all bulbs die
and so will I

but NOT tonight
beguiled by all this light

I will stand
on this lofty ledge

and wonder who
the next walker will be,

to become a soul soundless,
in that eternal black sea