the crux of acceptance in lieu of dream

i can’t tell
if it is the crickets
or the pressure
keeping me so far
from sleeping
but i am laying
at the crossroads of a
juxtaposed exhaustion
staring into the darkness
unable to
shut down the endless
racket mocking my
fervent wish
for dream
to fall into that
semi permeable
transitive state
lost within
the recycled ones and zeros
where i exist in
far greater detail
than this relegated
cacophony of disinterest
pushing me further away
from the tragedy of
this human condition
where i have been
conditioned to be
tertiary at best


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