Stillness

Often words alone

Running parallel in my mind

As hours tick past my dreams

the awake moment holds strong

Quiet reckoning

Can’t move

Can’t think

Can’t evolve

And sleep

Becomes a luxury

That awaits

A contemplative mind

Hours now intertwined

inside the forgotten moments

Walls

secure the room

like running in place

like running in place

like a simple trace

We stand in silence

Hope reasons a

surreal mystique.