Night drips down

A drop hits my bald head
I reach to feel the wetness of rain on my scalp
no I look at my fingers and they are ink
I move my eyes to the ceiling
blue and white, not gray
but in the very middle
the highest point of sky is a black spot
wet with ink dripping
this night instead of filling the eastern sky
and dropping like a dusky western curtain
is pooling in the middle completely black
the spot grows, the sky soaks in the dark
the whole sky will be taken before long
a new way of becoming night
if I ever forget to thank you
for sending the sun every day
may my life be bothered constantly
by gods that look like humans