the lethargy seeping like some primordial liquid through the walls of my rocky cave into my morning into my enthusiasm into my productivity
the discomfort descends a familiar blanket coarse wet fibrous to fall from above and wrapΒ my shoulders my torsoΒ my legs
so common so disinterested in the individual me this coldΒ it moves in indifferent to ride my rapidly waning energy like a broken horse to its next host