stuck in a rut,
the far left corner of my gut
nausea, inevitable
the tv hums low voices
unintelligible

cold sweats
evelope me into
gentle swaying solitude

thin, dainty line
of comfortable seperation
between exhaustion and being too tired to sleep
my mind drifts farther
and farther away

can you catch it?

bring it back to me
tie it to my finger
so that my thoughts will not stray tonight

nerves of flight,
on a lonely night
*the world eclipses around me