deep black thrombosis
nestled next to
fleeting palpations
a restriction in
the affable trickle
constricting the gold
from the morning light

a parable, a prayer
empty words thrown
carelessly into the
aether in hopes of
striking a spark along
the indifference of
eternal nothingness.

the coffee drips
as i watch the sun
banish the darkness
stretching shadows
into gauze over the
open wound weeping
insomnial strategems.

the sparrow cocks it’s head
staring at me
staring at it
as a world of ruin
spins wobbly
both knowing, instinctively
the end cannot come soon enough.