multiple times
throughout the night
i wake
with a start
as my soul
slams back into
its rancid tomb

i oscilate
suspended in
god’s inner ear
an irritating
ossicle
whispering
the sins of
the perpetually
fallen
languishing
in a semipoetic
fugue of futility

my superball soul
ricochets off
the casual indifference
showering the
strained refrains
of pain’s sweet
stains ingrained
in her sallow disdain