On A Night...

On a night
when everyone you see
looks like someone you know
but you don't know anyone
though they all seem to know
  each other
and maybe even you
but none of them do
and all the sentences
  run on
along with the hours
through the vacancy of time
in the crowded/empty spaces
that fill your thoughts
with their emptiness
as you pour yourself
into each drink
of whatever it is you're having
even if you don't take so much
as a sip of anything more
than the glass half-emptied
that drowns your silenced breath

On a night
when the distance
from you to anything
is farther than the spaces between
and even the distance
from you to your own thoughts
is as infinite as the void
between two opposing dreams
and all that vapid nothing
is tightly closing in
as if the whole world
were one collapsing-lung
afflicted with emphysema
and choking on itself
as it tries not to gasp for air

On a night
when the only word
that you can feel
is the numbness
of alone
but it means something
vastly different than
being on your own
as you're stranded
without your self
and therefore more
than just alone
in the least of all
you've known

On a night
when everything is disparate,
too hopeless to be desperate,
and all-together desolate
there's still the faintest hint
of a promise to be broken
that is the rising dawn
that brings the light
you'll see through
even if it's lost
before you're gone

On a night
when you've lost yourself
and found yourself lost
all in the course of no events
it's hard to find the words
that silence themselves
in contention with laments
and hard to find ascension
till the rising sun repents
and the dark of night relents