Of the Night

No element

No substance

No additives, no stretch marks

No extension

No promises of a sun

To tinge the sky at dawn

No thoughts, no words

No connection

This is,

Ultimate space

This is black sea, celestial

This is flotation,

Meditation, levitation

This is suspension

This is an appeal,

A plea

To please

Fall asleep

Unscathed, unbruised

Unawake

At thoughtless thought

And mindless circle

This is,

Meatless frustration

Of no marrow, no substance

Of the cold, and of the night