Day burns down to night,
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns,
And become fire’s end, the dust of bones…
Night knifes my breath
Swallows whole my tongue,
Turn back, reverse, return.
In the night, I see
The real concealed in the day’s bright lie.
Eyes stitched shut, white teeth smile.
Sleep walks, and talks,
And feet mark time to the drumless beat.