Dark Choice

Choose your darkness.
There is a night that spirals inward
toward the place where you despair
of touch.
And there is another night,
an absence nearer than breathing
that flings you into orbit
around stillness,
where no embrace is needed
because you have become 
that ever-widening solace
we all seek in the hour
before 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?