Wrap me around my nostalgia and call me gifted.

Sometimes the night would refuse to unfurl,

Might look like it’s the “pause” phase of time.

I would throw my arms into the wind/

Like a prayer, searching for god’s embrace/

I would refuse to get caught

Because Isn’t this what  fallen angels do?

Bring light to ground zero and lose warmth.

Who would bury the remains of our loss if we’re

All lost in this strange planet:

If we’re  all men, chained to a long

Necklace of beasts who have held loss

 The same way elites hold morsel of prayers

Between their two front teeth.

There’s something about the night that

Refuses our wounds to cover,

Something opening our bodies to the absence of light.

Something that would open them angles up;

open their bodies to the bare

Of loneliness; make them the bare of loneliness.

I clasp a firefly between my teeth and charge

Towards the darkness,

Sometimes we’re not always present,

Because nobody wraps their arms around

Us to make us gifted.