as a dawn brought up an

uncomfortable ability to

see every detail in the Light of the

moments passing by

and the code of every song was

written in the wrinkles

of the ceiling

with the top of my head

floating away with

each confirmation of the

disarray and confusion

but a process

escapes my attention

yet the destruction of the

desire to thrive

perishing in my veins

is like a long pain rewinding

but I take one more sip

and screw my eyeballs back in

to get this rock and roll

daydream

started