Blue Nightmare

I can't keep
the promises
I made to God
or Man.

Water falling
from the moon
caught in a glass bowl.

No.
I can't keep this
either.

Let it go then,
poured on the floor
so puddles can spread
into dark streams.

I shall put out
the light,
cut this one bulb,
glass, wire, and all,

blinding the giant
staring down
at its tears.