Van Gogh Night Cafe First Draft

Oh lamps, you subdue as much as you emblazon This room - here - to contain vulgarity Until new light cleanses of offence The hour late for light, but early for darkness Emitted from these walls and floors is a foulness that is both pleasure and pain to be part of We ~ occupy ~ this space Mostly with closed eyes Waiting for dawn, waiting for tomorrow or change that might occur without active involvement Quiet chaos plays out as we slither from or to the floor Overcome, by the most part, with a sense of belonging Belonging bought for, what seems to be, a small price To keep company to make it through the night