in the waning hours split between infinity and indifference i wish for anything but reflective boredom, in boredom i am afraid of all the things i could have been, all the futures traded for a handshake at midnight, what unsown greatness slung wet and wasted into laundry baskets and trash bins and sink basins so…

i find sleep difficult to achieve in the transitions, the odd little spaces between one life moment and the next. order dissolves in bits, gives way, friends are rationed and some lost in arithmetic. a hibernation of sorts begins, an edging back from the active world, one that responds in three dimensions. my dreams become…

this siren rings alarms far within, keep away keep away yet history knows better, deliver me unto everything, a sudden understanding of things before oblivious, a geometry beyond words, the neurometa, points of arbitration in the brain, reflect inward the howl of too much knowing, the loose minecart of the mind. reflect inward the howl…