Ground

Sleeplessness
creeps back
am I going to die
I lie
a bag of
soared bones

Life's changed
old bed
new dividing wall
where sounds seep through
and, every tap on the floor
sends alarm
my mystical music library

In fact I don't hear
music anymore
have gone hibernated

This senselessness
placelessness
selflessness

Feel like going to expire
ready to give up
every good taste in life
including my year long
swollen left arm
oddly beautiful
is this not
my hand?
not too clumsy to perform
cooking and washing
tying and untying
a butcher's knot

Published on Nov 19, 2018
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