Clouded vision by these things that haunt me,
Still waking up from yesterday’s fog
While stressing over tomorrows possibilities.

It comes in waves,
        deeper than the ocean goes.
                           •••

I tried to figure out your poems for so long
I was becoming one;
Line by line
I absorbed the ink,
Dissolved into the paper,
Tumbled into random commas.  
Only to emerge when it was complete

What was complete?
                                    
                           ­        “Exactly.”