slipping in and out of being
a breed of awake
my surroundings blackening
the farther i slept
i saw the team incomparable
and sought to compare it
with my fear as a flashlight
i descend to the hotel lobby
where to my surprise
a man held battered wings
on an ornamental platter
tempting me to proliferate
the madness by grabbing one
and that was what I did
rescinding the rude staircase
brooding as the washing spins
this cannot know how water
once wrapt around my fingertips
this cannot hear how the debt
swallowed our good intentions
rushing to relieve myself
i spot the exotic handbag
of the little one sleeping nearby
and delay the shaking and stirring
till all that was petty turns pretty
and all that was lost is recovered
and to be honest i have lost count
of the days that have lost their way
