Power line shadows
And scrawlings on the earth
I was passed out
Satin on the dream sync
Vying for attention
Against an unwelcome sunrise
We lack discipline
We lack resistance
Framed in essence
By the age old sky
I weakened
Failing my hold on blankets
On purpose; on reason
I spilled myself out
Catching unfriendly stares
From where I used to rest my head
I lack civility
I lack consequence
With me, rise
Undone for the night
Only aprons get the mess
But we are fair
Seeing hands at transistors
Locking fingers in the cover
Of power line shadows
And scrawlings on the earth
