i woke
unable to tell
where i was
as the birds
screamed
for a sun
unrisen

it is home
i realized
after a
panicked moment
waiting for
the line work
to focus

staggering from
room to room
in a familiarity
of confusion
the cacophony sounding
a three note refrain
of razored anxiety

the regularly
scheduled dream pastiche
of impertinently
extinguished desires
fluctuating in
time to this
morbidity of sorrow

i woke
unable to shed
the interminable
solitude of
a roaming fool
abandoned to
silent rejection

in a home
filled with birdsong
but devoid of
golden illusion
immobilized
seeking solace
from terminal neglect