an empty session of midnight
walking the alien world, symbols have become broken
the closing hour awakened by an endless closing hour
so thankful that i have gotten
back to the road, to the line, life a nice path.
each sigh
is a breath
decency measured only by the words and actions
belief
broken chorus music, all the same, a tired
wobbling. prepare battlements and
luster. never feeling better
but agonized and passive
throw me into the wild water and let me swim.
i can.