enlightenment

Ash fluttering

to the sound of

guitars

fan whirring

cables

i am myself

by twisting out of myself

an empty plate

filled with contemporaries

one minute i'm there

one minute i'm not

a car alarm cuts through

the 3.43am silence

with a vicious slash

and the weak, flickering light

on the thirteenth floor of

a distant building call out to me like

warning like

reality

i exhale

smoke whispering to

the night

a flick of my finger

i feel like i am falling

ash fluttering

exploding to the ground