Lucifer takes a break
He stirs the sugar in black, looking at the white crystals
translate. He rolls a cigarette, crimping a white tip
and black tobacco carefully in the rustle of
paper and remembers, as he strikes a lit match,
a time before: just a moment.
It was dark there, but it was hot.
Yes, a magnificent heat … a hurry ‘shh’
to his lips before it was transmitted.
The murmur of white noise… voices?
He remembers the duration of the fall, its purity, its short duration.
He sips the coffee, grateful for its bitter sweetness.