six hours not enough
how do not sleep
when so not slept
each sequel
make me stupid
slow
er
the reckoning
your reckoning
you wrote your guard down good
again
a round want
and consciousness of it
it's like one time
years ago
one roadside room
when static rose
filling my head
i stood up from my bed
to escape
but it follows
inevitable
irrelevant defence
leaf against season
steam against sky
wall against poros
my head and the door frame
slap by moral
so struck down something
screaming
in the centre
then some time later
i was back
it was light
i think
heavy on me
and it's hard to talk about
because there is no symbol
to bind
no referent to find
i'm pointing now
unfully sure at what
but reminded of it
it's still here with me
and what else
when no or yes
won't do
so sequela, then
by chime of the bell
commiserate in
a park by the hotel
communion commute
a round and well
i'm tender
i'll show you
and tender i would take you
by your glove reached out
i'd lead you inside
and away from the traffic
i'd tell you you're worthy
remember to breathe
a splint for your spirit
cool iron your eyes
and stretch out your fingers
an open plan compliment
tatami gauze
or whatever that needs
i'd wrap you in light
every time
every round
abide