i stay up late,
to twiddle the chill
that hooks onto strands of hair,
tugs them into a maze,
then expects you to find your way.

i stay up late,
to search with the silence
so my grief might melt faintly
with the remaining rumbles
that drown out this ****** world.

i stay up late,
to kiss the ember
that sails from insomniac chimneys.

i stay up late,
to see beauty
i've never found
between the dishonest daylight.

i stay up
until dawn rips into existence.