I wake shaken:
Dreams of battle and travel
For the second time
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I wake shaken:
Dreams of battle and travel
For the second time
Waiting so softly with gentle anticipation,
my little fingers explore dangerous city streets
that hide under virtual black and stars.
I’m waiting for the real nightfall to cloak me,
to hold me close between mystery and obfuscation…
Tossing here since 3
Awake for over an hour
Fucking kill me please
.
4:15-ish a.m., on being awake for over an hour and being damn cranky about it.
I want to be wrong more than right.
I hope I’m wrong about so many things.
I inhale many possible outcomes every minute,
so many that I can’t even taste them anymore,
and exhale apologies with and for every breath.
What are my lungs doing?
Why do they feel this way, hating me?
Why must they tell the world, over and over,
“I’m so sorry I’m here”?
.
July 29, 2025
~ 4 a.m.
Evening light dimming
Between two times and places
Existing and not
Wake! Wake up!
It screams.
Hear me! Get up!
It whistles.
…
This marriage of elements simply lives a short, furious existence, however it pleases, until exhaustion.
3 a.m. I wake
Remembering everyone
…