satellites

globes
of tungsten
orbit
their bellies full,
in silence they revolve
the bridge is solemn,
the water a
dark night below
the sky

the spheres are universes
of memories
of dreams that i am
awake to only
now
too
late

the cave
envelops -
lightless -
the world
sleeps




and i continue,
creeping,
unslept