There are cracks that sear and I watch them burn

That cut from my night, curling slits of paper

Or weals sliced in forgiving skin

I reach out around and the soothing dark

Gives way to canyons of empty light

Encroaching, throbbing brakes

In (my) world

Everything is brimming

There is no l(ittle)onely

Hardly

This is the door