when the days is done

and the maroon light of a dieing sun decends

there is this morose feeling of loss

a fear overcomes me and i descend

there is this sunken place inside my skull

a pit where my brain flees when the light is gone

the warm hollowness of this dank sweaty place,

where i reside in fear, allows for distant functioning

of the motorizations of my tangible body

i feel as if my awareness is under a warm blanket

and i am slowly succumbing to a respiratory disease

eventually my body slows and sleeps

and the world darkens further

but my fear is collapsed by the surrender of sleep.

12/31/2002

Posted on 12/31/2002
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