everything but two

now I know a little more than before
i have a couple of extra hours every day
i have the whole night
you can never tell how good your sight is
until you turn off the lights
you can never tell
i will grow a new lung
in the dark
as heavy as an alarm clock
ticking right next to me
kissing me with its hands
kissing me with its springs
kissing me with its mouth
perfect metallic round
i will grow a gas mask
to be able to breathe
the unbreathable.
ectoplasm of solitude
indigo of absence
everything but two