i forget
the agony inherent
in dreams
until i awake
inconsolable in
mounting waves
of a morning
spent mourning
a technicolor world
i can no longer
interact with

still the sparrows
wait patiently
for the madness
to spill out into
the fresh dawn and
languish lethargically
as i sit silent
trying to repiece
the dreamscatter
into something
other than loss