“In Lieu Of A Point Of View”
I’m still tired within my mind.
Alas, tired as tired tried.
Midnight waking hours conspired,
Circadian lull, quite unrequited.
Expanse of dreams…
Purple charger nightmare driving toward the cliff’s edge.
Ready to be abrupt,
And splash cold water shock,
Across all forms of unconsciousness.
the tangible effects,
Of stolen breaths.
Dreamscape n’ere provides
Butterflies, and doubts,
Holding paralyzed to a fixed point,
Stalled in action.
Forever aware of the impending demise of fanciful turns.
Objecting, to a coming to.
Ambiguous range of confusion,
Thick plumed clouds of opacity.
Finding things never looked for.
Right where you left them.