The night looms ahead as a double edged sword. The peace of stealth but the war without words.
Creativity’s promise and fatigue’s deceit. Contradiction’s cold freezing of passion’s blue heat.
Memories of the dreaming dying quick in the mind. Mirroring energy’s slowness to rise and to find.
Hours without her my punishment for nothing. How dare I have flesh and a moment without suffering.
I cry without tears to the brilliant sand slab. Playing for time till my day can be had.
A day without function, with society’s scolding. A day of waiting and fictional holding.
A day of made guilt and drama foreboding. A day of injustice for strangers unfolding.
My pain at the same time cosmic and quantum. Scale and qualia crushed by subjectivity’s flotsam.
The torture of children and the glee of the wealthy. Giving lie to the promise of karmic justice and harmony.
My mission delayed, my failure denied. Watching the clock, and still playing for time.
The minutes cheated and slain only one at a time. Too many to fathom ahead and behind.
