Fog of clarity
I had nearly survived the day. Any longer, and I would have done.
The minute hand had been busy; it had marched around several times;
Only the hours stacked up miserably as if it hadn’t been worth it.
The greyness of the day held in suspension
I was enveloped in a cloying fog of clarity.
Chaos was the order of the day.
Night took no prisoners and held me at ransom in a rocking and a tossing,
In a barrel to eternity,
Through a void of light
Ending and starting, finishing and beginning.
On and on and on and on and off.