i could die at any moment
 on the long road from
 hypoglycemia to epiphany
 braunschweiger on rye, cottage cheese, tea
 at the edge of abyss
 memory of the moon
 though it's clouds tonight
 memory of family
 in tonight's empty house
 remembering morning errands,
 kind eyes
 in the stomach of the night
 still and quietly creeping towards dawn
 choices of a lifetime
 chances of resolution
 atoms whirl, worlds die
 during another cigarette
 before i sleep

- Ken Peters