I — I know

Once again, it seems
Reclined — dark all around
No hope or fear
Knowing all I face —
The dark
The rising and falling chest

This indescribable, unbroken hissing through ear
These — eruptions, upon the screen
That streetlight, through the window

I — I have faced
I see, in all darks
Of youth through old age
Across numbers shifting upon calendars
Clocks circling
And nights turning
Upon themselves