sleep forsaken.
this is why we are Night:
when all sunhidden
natures awake.
and the stars fish for friends
in the deepest pools of our heads.

(can you feel it
in your heart's fingertips?)

a curious buzzing of bees
like a transcendental scattering
of omnipossibilities.
up and down,
block and flow;
smallest sparks erupt into a fireshow.

(spiderwebs of thought)

catching magic by its wings,
from which Genesis unites
these disparate things.

(behold, my beloved)

but all too soon
the neons flicker:
(like eclipsing moons)
castles drown,
oceans fly,

and the dullness of Day resumes.