wakerunsleep

Numb fingers drifting, clicking keys, adapting to a new feeling  of nothing; yet something  exciting is happening.

twisted face, frozen tears cold feet, black soul ice block oath one can never know

outrace outer space, gravity argues phantom pain, prophylactic a kind gesture from a king, the kind of question only a  prolific type can answer educated on simple matters the ladder tumbles, shatters hail fake world, die old life identity crisis, new narrative blue regret, burnt out; fried thriving on failure, content with some pretense-what is this place not a place but a wish never made bent,  bent god send a sign: a revelry, sleep,  sleep finally

 probably like 10 years ago

nuclear winter  drug war is over chaos unfolding, breathing fire into what was there before                              the explosion armies fall, like dead trees spread like ashes water cycle escapes       from its balancing act; lights dim into nothing no sun for ten years, no food no hope