all my days now are
days of fatigue
and i know they will ever be
swimming in this sickness cloud that is fatigue
where are my limbs
where
head a balloon
an empty earthen ***
where
my tongue dry out of place
place, trying to find it in the mouth
where
body
strangely light  
some weird machine i have to drive
skin
rhino skin
old, dry parchment
eyes glass things
where
worn out  soul looks at a dreamy world.
i wonder all the time if I am going really to faint or run into a wall, but all that happens is just more
fatigue