In the dark room, air blows
Around my still body.

I become too aware of myself for comfort-

I see the outline of the window.
A square shaded by darkness
Surrounded by an even greater darkness.

Nothing is clear but these darknesses,
Of which I am the center.

Space makes no apology for depth.

There is trust between the space
And I- that even when I wake,
Everything will be as it were.

Whatever happens in between
Is not my business.