As the cigarette plumets
to the floor
and voices rise high above
the light fills the darkness
and a place among legs
becomes the region of space
where the orange star hangs
and tells of aeons of life
I succumb to the light
and let all else fade away
While I listen spellbound to tales
of majestic conception
The vibrations of imminent death
reach my eye as even the light
fades away