Choose your darkness.There is a night that spirals inwardtoward the place where you despairof touch.
And there is another night,an absence nearer than breathingthat flings you into orbitaround stillness,where no embrace is neededbecause you have becomethat ever-widening solacewe all seek in the hourbefore dawn…
Emptiness is oil
in the lamp of the heart.
This is the womb of stars.
Why not be the black circumference
to whom you prayed for light?