in this 3AM wake when the marriage of cold sweat to empty sheets is joined by old exhaust a bruised and battered life held together by a broken back unable to lift out of this godless night
when sleep is the dream to wish upon and escape the reckless regret of beautiful things which have drifted into past tense a forbidden place to venture to
when sunlight rinses over skin humming the fire entrance so simple it could be forgotten as the rush of absent love finds mental security to stay indefinitely only ignored when lower back aches seep into the cognitive forefront
in the endless silence setting a permanent tone for a helpless day it's a moment of contemplation to decide if this should become routine or a mold to be broken where every crack unravels new territory emphatic potential unafraid to come alive