in a series of days all or nothing at all
can has occurred: it is like standing on
sand and the ocean waves come in
the same yet very different, as a wave
leaves again, stand in the same place
and it feels infinite, walk in and days
become nights and i hate nights in the
silence of my little room: my mind spins
races to yesterday when even if awake
alone i still had rest, my soul did rest: safe
