Candles burn low, thoughts grow clear.
Uncertain how long this night will last,
I open a book, forgetting how to read
The moment the sun begins to shine.
I open the door to go out for a stroll.
I run off like a rider without a horse.
All night I heard flying insects circle.
Chance thoughts, from I don’t know
Where, crowd upon me, dying from
Music I have lost a way to understand.
The tourist trap ends where the river
Enters the sea as outlined in the bargain.
I was never told the soul is not for sale.
The duty of the damned is to be exact.
Aaron Fagan is the author of Garage, Echo Train (both from Salt), A Better Place Is Hard to Find (Song Cave), and Pretty Soon (Pilot).
Photo by Thomas Bormans on Unsplash
