Poetry of a Night Revealing Itself, Reveling in Itself

To be the skin of the world 

To type the words before they come
To keep the secret diaries of ones worth beneath ones bed 

To take it out and not question the words 

or the worth or the tiredness in your bones 

to trust beyond measure what comes flowing through your vessel 

To realize that you are one with the divine epic cosmic pulse of a night sky 

To not question 

To deserve 

To transfer
To trust the gentle unseen hand in the night 

who helps you into bed

crying, crying 

tonight you will die 

and tomorrow I will greet you on the other side 

tonight you will die 

and tomorrow I will greet you on the other side 

let me carry you, 

let me carry you home