Up
like a shot
like the last fumes of an oil fire.
Midnight burned hot.
Candle melt before wicks lit.
Eyes watch the dizzy day
roll out
and in.
Revealed:
the world is a dreidel
four cornered and spinning loose;
we were all right after all.
Go back to dreams you sleepers
we wakers stand sentinel for
Light's heavy exhalations.
Pull your covers tight,
the day has gone nova
and I may join you soon.