i sit quietly…looking out at a church…shabby wooden balconies…rickety staircases waiting to collapse…a light shines…

and the children of the night pass a 40 ’round the circle…this unholy communion…talk of crack smack women…song…their voices carry into darkness…

here am i…watching from above…not heaven…nor a cloud in the sky…just a second floor room filled with nothing…just space…only space…

it is past midnight…

time for bed…