A good day.

A good day.

I float in night sweat

Boneless

Unmoored

Lost in search of morning

Grounded in

Cuckoo spit

A bloodsac cocoon.

Scraping the dirt from my shoe

Black as a dead beetle

Drowning in the mire

Twisted by fortune

Haunted by sad songs.

Contorted melodies

Ring in my ears,

The last post

Sliding into the deep

Going under

Before the first bell.

I sail

At half mast

Never did I see

A fairer wind

Much as it is

More than I deserve.

I am going under

Riding the waves

Further than the shore

Up to my neck

In sand

It fills my eyes.

Time is running out

There is cruelty

In this reverie

It is less a memory

And more,

A recollection.