as sleep drips
from my brain
honey to trickle down
my nervousness
in waves of sweet
surrender

the remain
of dreamgrit
in the morning dark
that i cannot scrub
from the corner
of my unfocused eyes

i await the sun
to burn the sins
of yesterday
from my tattered soulflag
as it hangs
at half mast, mournfully

the winds are
heavy with unspoken
declarations
that moan
through
the heartcoral

as the ink
drips slowly
through the grounds
percolating
a new day
of poetic rambling