Life's Summer happens at once,

all at once. With the agony of potential,

and I become the sprawl;


stale,

dysphoric.



acting without acting
sleeping without sleeping.
an act of will to close my eyes
to shut my ears to murmuring
too hot air,

my space a lesser place within the waking world
a world with shorter seasons and reasons to be
and being without reason; just being


A summer without rain.

A summer without late night drives and angry drifting from lane to lane - where the hours long occasions between petty obligations interrupt

a terminal

imagination.