this morning late at night i imagined being with you nobody in the dark room, wondering
could i be nobody with you without you or with anyone?
tomorrow after a sleep insufficient through noon and after i walk under a burning sun and before i reach out for my lost pride
i thought i don't want to write anything except in the dark room with you but what or who are you? only darkness? like sleep and dream your shadows
in the bright room my dark room anywhere, even here where the suns glow creeps, even tomorrow where the suns fledged and scorches cartops
my dark room even at night when everything is already dark and already room, my dark room on purpose, my dark room with everybody.