there is something
that always instills fear
in me
with the number zero -
it tells you that it's
time to get up
or that time is up -
seeing the hellfire crimson
numbers on the clock,
glowing.
maybe because
we're given an empty space
and our minds are so
attuned to being aligned
with a city night sky's busiest stars;
we don't know
how to fill that empty space
of the mornings we wake
and the nights we clean the anxieties away
we don't know
how to sit in serenity's silence,
the full moon on a peaceful night,
and just
be in peace
and let go of control
