HOSPITAL NIGHT

I am Will-o’ - the-Wisp.

I float in a little pool of delirium,

Phosphorescent velvet.

My fire is like a breath

That blows my illness in circles,

Widening it so far

That I cannot see the edge.

It is one with the night sky.

My fire has blown this vastness,

But I strain and flicker trying to escape from it.

I want to exist without the darkness

That makes my breath so bright.

I want the morning to thin my light.