When I awake, the first emotion
is
unfulfilled pull the world beyond my eyes.
Seems routine
to intervene upon
a lesser evil
deafening morbidity shoots arrows
deep inside the windows to my soul.
A quiet leap
suggests we find a way,
a new way,
a turning of the screw
the one rammed straight up my
eye socket.
Hah, made you look.
I do wait
while the world continues
rapid or slow
I haven’t the time or energy
needed in order to change the world,
quite certainly,
not even that source of my own
quiet anxiety.