malachite beneath
tempestuous skies
sleepwalking
through another
simple complex
of complex
simplifications
seeking solace
in solvent solutions
as the test tube
spins to separate
the particlates
in painstakingly
perilous plurality

i spend all day
wanting a nap
only to sit up
all night incapable
of finding sleep
a discarded bag
tangled in the
gnarled branches
manic fluttering
daring not to dream

thorny intrusions
snake around the
wheezing valves
squeezing with each
new palpative prodding
can you hear me call
in silent longing
all through the night
whispered odes to
a future indentured