I am Night

I have become night
my mind alive under the moon
under a sky not yet black enough
to blind all eyes
Who shall answer me
when I have a request:
             an owl raiding the barn shackles scaled from my eyes
             a opossum burrowing his nose into my abandoned skin
             a cat's eye sneaking through my tooth
I have become night
to watch the snore roll up the stars
ward off the sunrise of less inspiration

A night clouded and a nova morning mourned before death
awakes and crawls over and into my bones
the images of navigation left to fingers and hand

I am night

I am blackness

I am images of starless
             of clouded moonshine
             of nine p.m.
I am REM's squandering memory of wakefulness with colorful air above my head

awaiting to be     thought     seen     heard     smelled     touched
                                                                                                                   and written