i awoke at the sign of
obsession
nor can i recall
the incision of such
a poisonous blank stare
into dusk     the anguish
and disgust embedded into
subconscious lucid atmos
has got to remain at
     a sincere halt
as the .25 percent
of whole that i feel
can't even express how
                  low that is
a lack of oxygen
impairs neurons to
reciprocate any
       negativity
a deep breath
    diluted vision
and a memory of
passionless lust
is
          awareness