Glory And Loss

Treating pain like a cleanse

Clear elixir of the gods, sharp by my throat

Lights cut out and moonlight remains

In the wires is danger

Flickers from half-closed doors, barred over and locked

Gridded and guarded

But also holding light

I will sit in the cold until some fierceness returns

Shudder and wish for warmth

To prove it will not catch me yet

My death, my demons

My willful shadows of glory and loss