People often proclaim it's one or the other,
but it's my honest belief that Shakespeare was really on to something
and that both Heaven and Hell are empty because all the angels and demons are here with us.

In order to ward off the darkness,
we must imagine how dark it could truly become.
In so doing, you adjust your eyes in silence
set a candle in the last corner you feel the light will suffice to illuminate the ceiling
sailing apertures of a setting star
receding like a drawbridge
being pulled to gate
until you've become
so nocturnal,
the night itself asks
that you
remember to put out its candle
and silence the silly little flame
on my chest
before falling asleep.