Eyes through a window.

Slow crawl upwards,

what do you know about the world.

Cradled in my own arms

flush to a pillow,

a wedge.

And I am the mouse

caught

in the space between

what is real.

Dull rake

ravishes my mind from within.

Save me, take me

sink to the floor

without even the slightest notion

they walk by

Lethe as a cloud

hap

hazard.

I only speak to me.

Necessity whispers

sweet nothings

to me, I fight.

Why don’t you try to break the cycle.

Dissolved.