Outside is gray. Cold.
Still. Misery permeates.
Sameness. More Ennui.
Human burrito
Blanket tortilla, snuggle
Down for a cold night.
Blushing sky, softly
Fades to dark. A sliver of
cresent moon glows bright.
So attached, to this
Smudged, dirty screen. A funnel
into narrowness
Light in short supply
Too often shrouded in fog
Strong desire for sleep
Day is night, black is
White, and up is down. New World?
No, just April Fools.
Like a sweet lamb
March is ready to sleep, and
I must sneeze and sneeze
Early morning dark,
Still, birds busy chirping, sounds
Of waking, soft, distant.
So much white, too bright.
The fog encapsulates, we
Are buried by light.
A dark world today
Oppressive, simmering just
Beneath the surface
