Poem Edited Beside Red Wine: 4:03am

i slept beneath this stone figure
it's tired steel
that knows nothing other than constant weight
pressure
this is not dissimilar to me

i light a sorry fire
am soothed by the opiate of dreams
beauty of delicate lies
moments promising eternity
offering every treasure

sometimes
"god damn" i think
"i keep finding myself alive in the morning"

long i wait am waiting
hours, minutes, days
mock me with their length

but,
i have created a home upon moonlit sands
out of starlit skies
a family