Nietzche
Bluelighter
'Cause I'm a man, not a boy
And there are things you can't avoid
You have to face them
When you're not prepared to face them
Perhaps there is a dripping faucet
gently announcing its presence, neglected
or perhaps this space reverberates
with the metronomic rhythms
of an unassuming silence.
Alone he drifts with improvident waves
until a rustle of probative subtlety
sends ripples through his stream of unconsciousness.
He is alert
to the peripheral shadow
passing patiently, pensively
and pausing overheard
to adumbrate a clandestine clarity.
Tonight he will face shadows and drift unwillingly.
Tomorrow he will rise quietly and breath shallowly
pausing only to acknowledge
cold, damp sheets.

