Daylight moves carefully across a bedroom floor.
Sounds of coughing engines,
And rowdy birds.
--I know what stirs beyond.
Beyond my window,
Beyond my thought,
And beyond my time.
The world alights,
And I with it.
Disconnect bedclothes from body,
And it’s cold.
The air is thick,
Difficult to move in,
--Like running under water.
Under crisp snapping of joints.
Goosebump skin as I’m sliding.
--Sliding along elephants aplenty.
Elephants that dot my chamber walls.
Elephants that permeate my thoughts.
Watch me lumber now; A gate as quirky as the dills!
But, if there’s grace in aversion,
then we must first be blinded before we may see.
Indeed, daylight moves carefully across a bedroom floor.
--But not as carefully as me.