i had planned on
an early start
but three o’clock
was earlier than
originally desired

there is a riptide
of anxieties
percolating beneath
the heavy quiet
when the world outside
happily snores
where dreams carry
an air of authenticity
before the sunlight
dissipates all hope

definitions become
more fluid in nature
as importance shifts
to a new coating of
expendability and
understandings flair
out with empty truth

i am a sty in the corner
of eternity’s gaze
the one aspect shed
in favor of anything else
a meaningless marker
on the highway leading
anywhere else but here
as i gather my things
to explore this state
of unimaginable longing
in a cocoon of my own
shimmering nothingness