knocking myself off the stool
wake up and smell the brain cells frying
can I write coherent thought?
or am I simply dreaming?

something slips through hourglass
grain by grain
my eyes are dim I cannot see in borrowed light
I think it is my grains of life
of time
of moments
slipping silently away
a stealth
a warning
sound alarms
remember it is power to think
and plan and dream
and not reject the wheel
at high speed
as not important to hold onto
with eyes open
stay awake
the cliff approaches