Go Ahead

seal my windows with the

blackest of curtains
force night
upon my heydays
and then
when the zen
of night commences
and stars glimmer
on a cerulean ceiling
drown me
in caffeine
shine me
with white lights

but remember
a part of me
is still circadian

there is a sun
in my skull
and there is a moon
in each eye

there is a song looping
through my veins
there is percussion
setting my bones
and the city beat
drums on
against my endless
heartsky.