nights like this you can really feel it
how cold it is
how cold it all should be
how unnatural all this heat is
all these tiny pyres
little rhythms of fire and breath
leaking into the open sky
and fall away with them
if you wish
let yourself rise like clouds
there is nothing between you
and the stars
from up here you can see
all the thousand sputterings
and sparks you left behind
observe the arrangement of lights
the constellations we reside in
up here it is easy to see how they flicker
to remember the space between bodies
and the ways it is filled
how heat is created
how it pours out
with every breath and thought
every word and tear
in every second
how it rises and expands and grasps the night
how it spreads and turns
how it burns
how bright it is