1:11AM - twas the night after chaos
twas the night after chaos
and all was still when
the sound of the printer
too quickly begins
the typing of keys
with the stirring of tea
the mental fights over
this chaos 'round me
tomorrow saves not
nor rest will be found
but surely and slowly
my world's run agound
on rocks of the seashore
too soon to appear
if sunday's disasters
come to pass, i fear
already confusion
has taken our minds
it's swelling our heads
and shrinking behinds
so i type and i pray
as i hope for release
to sleep the last hours
just for a days' peace
but no, not for me
a lone soldier am i
to die is to live
i cannot just lie
down and let go
to loosen the grip
of my mind on my soul
but i already slip
i fear i'll fall out
and into that space
where dreams are all real
and where nothing is space
to never comes back
my mind floating ever
some day it just murmurs
"if only, if ever."
exanimate