Speaking of people who write poems, sometimes Heather did

Breathe.
A person in need of..
A person in lieu of..
..Some new way to navigate the night
Something to carry over into day

Somewhere very specifically,
In fact halfway between Greenland and Taxco
at an insurance office that used to be fast food
And halfway between a lot of other places, too

Continuous is not the opposite of transient, not only

To write a poem you need only say one thing
and then let it explain itself, that is
go back and unpack any part of it, every, if you want it to go on forever
but you must be discrete about it,
not because I insist but because you already are

Seems you can write about anything now, huh? and it will
hold, keep holding
someone's attention—but first, a second is a tick of a clock for everyone but for me, it is as many moments as I am aware of, which for us the aware makes the night and a second so

damn long. As many points in a second as there are on a line, or on a dot
A sleepless night is infinitely long

—anything, it seems, in fact, even a bench outside an insurance office, open 24 hours (the bench, not the office)
Get out of bed, get cold so that you have something to want to get back to
For now, you have 19, and 72, and a million, and
uncountable seconds to sit through, thinking

A triangle of light, greenish like mold
makes grassy shadows

The bench is wooden and wet. Sit. Many others have.

So this is what it looks like from inside
(this is the light that wakes me up when it turns on at Midnight, if I’m asleep and if I haven’t turned the blinds just right)
It’s a much different light now that I don’t fight it but instead come inside it, moth-like

Yes, to survive is such a basic instinct; when it is taken care of there is not much else that is as important, so one is lost, to navigate, without direction, on a map of infinitesimal (sic) detail. And if each is as important as the next, then one might as well be on a bench as in bed

Did you know the light went off at 5?
they are trying to save green, electricity to stop the flow of energy so you can finally get a break—

Breathe.