the lightning
bolts of mania
have ceased
their infernal
frequentfirings
leavingflashfried
systemsfloundering
as sleep becomes
theonlyimperative

broke my own
rule on expectations
whichmadethemomentary
death spiral into
a resonation of
reticence and
regrettable
resignations
asthecircle
continuesto
shrink

iamexhausted
as the gray smothers
the city with cancerous
pariculates and a
chance of rain
nappingmyway
through another
terminaldescent
asleepwalkingvacancy
in the shape of
someone you thought
you used to know