fatigued focus
on a few functions
this farce of faking fine

everything in
reverberation
escalate echoes
between days
& dark walls
postpeak troughs
these prices
we pay to write
reconciliation
of all our selves

minded efforts to
bridge these gasps

flint words &
emotion steels
too distant to
spark what feels
a perhaps poem

how i ponder
his shadows

how he shallows
my sleep though
these lines could
only end empty

how he swallows

& i fell beneath
a blood bed into
these riptides

drown day's
glow confidence

how he takes sky
& looks down
higher than my call
higher than the roar

which kills it