February 24, 2018
From knowhere you appear.
Eyes stretching upwards and over like a stressed moonscape.
Blanketing what is needed, to function, to speak, to reason, to justify.
Gone.
Thrown away and not coming back.
Until mourning it shall wake
I hope
Keep to that script and recharge those batteries that feel dry and old.
Invigorate
Too much to ask?
Just let things make sense to the sensible disposition