Grasping at the Ether

Drowsy wins…

I wonder if I’ll remember this in the morning

But drowsy wins


Beating hands-down the itchy instability,

Photo credit: Lorien Vidal

Inhale the vapor of tranquility…

The incoherent murmuring of darkened voices

Their blackly stuttering buzz

Inflicting my ears with the electric flush of flies’ wings


It seems all at once to be jarring my calm

Wiping it out with an ashen brushstroke

Sealing its mood with a tar-stain


Drowsy wins out

While I clutch my pillow

Tight and close as the night falls ‘round


Will I remember this in the morning?


About LVital7019

Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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