jaybeasley2

it is a cold and frosty morning

none of the sounds are

loud today

I am dead but still move

I can not look at screens without

cringed eyes

I can not see

my own feet

a piano is playing from

far away

somehow

and I do have a few

mysterious feelings that

have to find my fingers

and I do not think

I am currently breathing

getting the sky in my eyes

is difficult

because all I see is the

clouds up above

and the bugs are not

in the ground anymore

and I am only able

to move if I ignore the

dead nerves in my cells

and yet I am

not getting any better from

place to place

like a robot

who can not

find the directions

but I will

keep banging my head

against this wall

through eyelashes

that just won’t stay open

the sky is turning

bits of bright rosy gold

from what was

just moonlight shine

mere moments ago

I do not know

where I am and

why my feet are cold

but my chest it wet with sweat

I do not know who

I am or where

My mind has led me this time

yet sleepwalking means

there was at least sleep

and I can remember what

Pine needles feel like on my feet

and the look of someplace

comforting that I return to

and the door looks familiar

and the dogs remember me

while I see a face glad

to greet me

and this is the future

I never could have guessed

but I am filled with exuberant

joy

and welcome tomorrow

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