Darkness reigns supreme,

we are on the verge of dreams

it seems like each ink well was emptied into the sky,

My one good eye stings, brings me to tears

as my damaged capillaries strain

my unremarkable refrain is a droning inane denial of my own survival,

my essential elemental

being is barely present, in the cooling dull room of 9.45pm…

So I drift off into whatever strange current awaits me,

in the hope of morning light, we tolerate nightmares.

Chris