It was a time I should have been sleeping
when I looked up at Selene keeping her quiet vigil on the earth
marking the hours and minutes til rise
of Amaterasu's jubilant fire.

playing hell's games, I turned myself over
to her cold echoed gamma rays,
the siren calling to bring her warmth.

But should I give her the last match in my book.
I would have no more to give
no backup plan, no safety nets.

So I didn't.
we didn't.          I didn't.

And I keep repeating it to myself,
and turning it over,
hoping I'll learn to accept it.