It's Late

It’s late at night,

Even the spammers are sleeping.

I’m awake because I want to be.

Sometimes I like to pace, just thinking.

Nothing special occupies my mind,

Just thinking about the future

And the distance I’ve been keeping.

This late at night the sky comforts that distance.

Time is space,

Traveling through either one is an honor,

Horrific at these speeds.

Two stars on opposite sides of the horizon,

More time and space than zeroes can comprehend.

Two hopes in one beauty.

I’ve been fortunate to kiss death

And smell her breath.

Each time I kiss her I taste life

And end up drinking deeper.

Time drinks distance from the cup of everything

That ever was

And is at the same moment.

My body endures the distance

While my mind longs for time.

Because time is the distance

Everything travels before death

Kisses back. Death knows not,

Time or distance.

And I know I will never leave.