I am sitting here
Drifting in and out
Of consciousness
I do not know where one wave begins
And where another crashes
I would like to give you something
A few pieces of myself
That I have been stowing away
For cold winter nights
For when the heat goes out
And all that is left of the fire
And of the light that powers the room
Is a few glowing chunks of coal
That sizzle and hiss
I have kept them safe
Inside of me
Locked by several keys
Kissed by several angels 
Encrusted by many rusty years
Of sheltered silence
They beat like a heart does
In slow shuddering thumps
That shiver
Humbly to themselves
I have spun this wheel many times
Activated this world many times
Roamed around inside of it
For several decades
And have swallowed parts of it
To save my life
And keep me moving
Into a distant dark land
That recreates my echo
Into the sound
Of a raggedy-breathing monster
That scares the shape-shifters away
Attracting one solid evil
That has lost all of its decent deeds
In a lighter world
That runs on a generator
Of selfish acts
But human behavior
Thankfully you possess nothing
And therefore have nothing to lose
Carrying a burden of such special parts
You will only have to weigh them on a scale
And tell me if it’s worth it
If what I have left
Is enough
to survive
A few more miserable winters
To see at the end of the tunnel
Two fairly wrinkled palms
One extended towards the heavens
Another beckoning for me to approach
One step at a time
So as to not waste my breathe
Too quickly
Would cause a cataclysm
Where one planet shatters another
Where rules of right and wrong
Disappear
Into a whirlwind
Of ashes
Smoke
And dust
So I ask you now
To kindly carry
These special gifts for me
One more night
Across a dessert filled
With endless stars
That allow you to see
The globed shape
Of our unpredictable earth