The Night

I dwell in the night,
gaze up, into the darkest dark.
into something endless, undecipherable,
something almost intangible,
only a categorical summary of its face value
that we know, accept, comes to mind.
And as I judge the distant darkness
covering me quietly,
covering me completely,
I feel an undefined sense
of an intense unknowing which grips and twists me inside,
shakes me, screams at me,
does not let me go.

Frightened, my shaking hand grasps a cigarette.
My nervous gaze watches the smoke drift upwards,
into the nothing.
I cry inside, sleep.
The Earth spins into a morning.
Repeat.