Awake as an owl

a desert bird

the orange eyes

the streetlamps cast

upon my wall

a shadow

like a longship

on the desolate

wasted oceans

or only my lampshade

dark shroud with fire

to sleep perchance

to dream of that bier

my temporal bed

in the night

of toilsome thought

where can a man

sail on his own

but hasn't seen

the tread of another

none save that twilight

enter the maw

the maw of the void

where all shall cast

off into its depths

save I a sailor

awake on the shore