a night sticks to my face
and breathes my eyes shut –
ears open, quiet un-calm carefully listening brain –
who, where, what, when – why? –
eyelid slithers back a bit in question,
darkness firmly presses it back down,
chides me “sleep” –
but how, when, where, with whom and why? –
both eyes spring open
face the darkness that accuse me –
brain brushes sticky night away –
“i am my own light!”
so lost another night –