vigil

i was thinking about how sometimes it's best not to look down
i was in the middle of writing something important
when the lights went out again
i was perplexed but of course it's the moon
good thing this time i knew exactly where to look for my candle holders
missed a call
ignore the sounds
damned if i do and damned if i don't
he told me he just sleeps his life away now
"just like they did in the gulags"
i will leave the candles on long enough to breathe
and find my way into the luxury of sleep
the trick will be to catch the moment between
there is a strange sort of satisfaction in watching it burn down to nothing
goddess of mercy
pray for me
i know not what i've done