his head is
heavy
the headache has
returned
welcome home
it screams
in pulses of
wavering
intensities of
electrified
honeysuckle infused
agonies

he is in
his bed
yet he cannot
turn off the
feeling
he is still
gone

too little
sleep
too many
thoughts

so he
drowns
it all in
coffee
ryo

happy thoughts
of her
sleeping

so he does the
only thing
that makes
sense

a pilgrimage to
see
the heron

in this
pre-dawn world
filled with promise
despite the pain of subtle
existential breakdowns
mixed in to the regular
crisis of simplistic faith
fueled mastabatory
fantasies