two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the
overnight shift and never have i wanted
to wash myself in
the golden rays of that nearest star
our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable
cloak of night stretches
itself over these my newly waking hours. this night
i feel massive but
diffuse, like the ghost of a
glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous
like a short-circuited god-machine
cannibalizing itself in a forgotten
corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the
mind needs rest. the mind needs
It is the night time
Owl's eyes look right at mine
the eerie silence fills in
But I look away first, coyly look back,
Keep gazing eye to eye
I'm hoping to grow wise overnight.
It takes many a year to become an overnight success!
Let’s fall in love overnight.
Tell me everything that crosses your mind at 2 AM,
Sing to me the songs that make you want to cry,
I’ll sing along with you.
Tell me all your dreams,
and I’ll make them happen overnight.
Let me in,
let me feel your warmth
and let me hold you;
the way you hold a flightless bird
with an injured wing,
so gentle and fragile.
That’s what this is.
This feeling is fragile.
This overnight love can break so easily,
but for now let’s just secure it
in the palm of our hands
to the empty spaces in our hearts.
Let’s fill it with this overnight love.
— The End —