Sleep found its way
Between every rib and vertebrae,
So I'll just keep on hiding with my eyes closed
From the stampede of ideologies,
Blue skies and all their energies,
Everyone talking loudly, so expectant,
And all the things I've broken and am breaking.
Anyway,
Shattered glass is prettier
Sparkling in lamplight sprawled on the basement
Floor
Alone
With me
Just drifting.
Midday is calling.
I'm so sorry but I can't wake up.