at first when you take off
the world just looks small

a dollhouse, a miniature world
an amusing punchline to an old joke
a fantasy tinged with g-force and sprite in clear cups

but as the sky darkens and the plane lifts higher

the world seems to drown in blackness
an inky clarity of night not confused by clouds
and suddenly it is as if you are at the top on an ocean
looking at a far away ocean floor
crawling with foreign creatures with all of their bones lit up
over coral reefs of light and movement
parking lots like stationary jelly fish and highways like currents
of neon veins pumping lights and cars

all of the world's exoskeleton is illuminated
and it is beautiful and movable  
it is nature's patterns played out in electricity

but the farther out you go
the more the sharpness and geometry of the roads and cities
attack the eye

and the coral reefs turn to computer motherboards
all of man's ingenuity and beauty no longer draping the world
but ordering it

into squares and jagged lines
into distant pixel pinpricks
into maps

until you're not traveling through the world
but over it

Shine dim light
behind a simple cone
off white and wood
there you'll find me

gazing with blank eyes
towards red numbers
hoping their transformation
happens faster

To the lamp's dismay
my eyelids can't keep pace
and grow heavier
with each flicker of red

Only when the world
is thin and blurred
does the transformation stop
and everything pauses
entering darkness comfortably

New light added to the lamp's
stirs my movement
and i witness myself
not where i was before minutes ago
...minutes or hours

what seemed small is large
my time spent away
was longer than thought

Belief that the red numbers paused
is all but childish
I recall waiting, gazing blankly
and thinking of you
I remember i left the light on
because of you

nights i'm better.
night i can want you.
the days are months
blinding.
filling me with
aggravation.
afternoons are drunk
alone and angry.
night is alone too,
but wants you,
wants to write
'love' upon your
skin, kiss upon
the inches.

good morning, the
night dies fast.