8:00 a.m. and
It’s all there
The wishes the dreams
The *****
Spread open surfacing to eye level
Inconsistent lullabies
Slowly taking effect
Penetrating microbes under fluorescent floors
Pictures taken
Noises of days gone
Mentioning names scattered charms
The less blind go to the abyss
Faces enamored by shock and drowning
This year taken from under beds
Smoldering and ever present
The thin white lines in rain soaked hands
Drive away from here