It's seven hay hem or ** hum
the day already numbs me,
numb as in numbers
he
slumbers on.

At least it's light
if
millions of sunbeams
are to be believed,
right?

Relative?
most things are
you can never have enough
relativity.

and it's Wednesday
not too shabby
it could be worse,

I'm getting ready
don't know what for,
I go out of the door
to discover.