I am an explorer -- now chilled to the bone
done nothing, yet feel like I've just run a marathone of
unending stairs. here we declare non-
declarational statuses of
bonuses. as fits the benefits, there are sours and sweets
and fits of freakouts, breakouts of
allergic shivers that to those in the
know spell no
like a language forgotten misbegotten mislaid
somewhere on the road I
try to relearn, reload, reclaim
the my-ness of it, the sweetness of mine, but
caffeinated exhaustion meets me with
cold fingers fisting into
stones of bones.
heaviness seeping through
nailing me down, down, down and then
I give up on myself for a little while
with a helpless smile, or that confused frown
paving the way there -- maybe, maybe
there's another day.