slipping

reverts to comfort-
able state of being
that being waylaid
or way-too-laid-
back whichever
state makes persist-
ent failure okay
i'm complacently
adjacent to an
enviable life
watching it through
the would-be-glass
brings me no closer
to the other side
i'm reeling and
kneeling darling
if they ask where
i was only silence
can describe