early worm birds, the get

once you start not sleeping,

you’ll never sleep again. night

feeds that hungry “I” in you.

take a walk sometime at three

in the morning, let yourself believe

you are the only person left living

in the whole still world, allow your 

reflection to fill up every night-blacked

window like a giant or maybe even a god, 

because every streetlamp you pass under is just

another empty canvas waiting for your shadow,

and your cigarette is the last fire burning

before we all go out.