late last night
(or was it early this morning?)
in the absence of dampened noise
in the blindness of infinite space
i switched off the lamps
snuffed out the candles
turned on the radio
to a random station
and in the dark
i danced
spontaneous
uninhibited
with élan
i danced
to the bountiful offering
of unpredictable music
song after song after song
leg after arm after neck
illuminating
all the dark corners
with my own fire
incinerating
all the imagined imperfections
all the crippling self-doubts
i licked
with my own white flame
all the dormant layers
of who i am
and i felt them
curl back
and shudder
and spark
with resurrection
