I’m alone, I’m surrounded

This is the part of night
where nothing makes sense
but the sky still stretches as far as I can reach

The world’s a graveyard
as we take to our nocturnal coffins
and pass our souls
to the other side of the world
where the light is just coming in

The ground is frozen solid,
flakes of pure ice
but my brain is burning hot as hell
without even thinking or speaking
or loving this stillness while it lasts

All the things I don’t want to think
without cover of stars
press their way through my numb fingers
and after a few hours make me think maybe
all these things I don’t want to think
are just knots I need to breathe and untangle
under the blanket of darkness

The world’s a graveyard
as the quick slips of
brushing against stone and shrubs
wake up all the faces I’ve ever seen

I’m alone, I’m surrounded

This is the part of night
where the stars are just as brilliant as chaos
and the lost have always found themselves a home.