December Fire Poem by Justin Aptaker

Her face upturned
her eyes transmitted to me
data information mind spirit life

I woke up
I couldn't stay asleep any longer
I couldn't go back to sleep

I am the fire of December
filled with December fire
the orange glow filling my night morning room
and all of my smoke alarms are dead or dying

my orders
i'll be marching through the morning
marching through the night
continually abandoning
continually moving
forward
nowhere