whether or not you open your eyes it is there staring at you
taunting you breathing its demon-heat upon you it is only reality
no need to fear or hide from it but goddamn some days
you just want to stay asleep. your eyelids droop with the
gravity of toil and regret and you want to forget you want
to disavow everything want to coil inward refusing to
acknowledge that anything is real. and you’re right.
nothing is real. but you are in a dream that requires your
participation and you are too weary to lift any stones today
too worn thin to be burdened by anything too wretchedly spent
to even tolerate awareness of your own existence.
oh but the day is passionless it cares not for you
or anyone. it is flung upon you and it can be a shroud
or a sail. you wonder whether it matters but grudgingly
you try to summon a ragged wind.