I awake to the groggy hangover of sanity
symmetry of line
infidelity of motion
on other continents
under darker skies
we might have been lovers of the light
here we are acquaintances
groping for the end of a line
in a confusion of options
I sit in half shadows
menu in hand
alternatives swimming dimming
saturated by choice
hunger unfulfilled
appetite satiated. Nausher