Inert Duration

I wake up upset because it was a dream ...mourning in the morning

In a hurry to be late & the clocks on fire

Sporadic as a metallic fly, Death remains direction

Mind now relaying reruns, All the knobs fall off

Blank.Blank.Blank. Born again secular. Blank.Blank.Blank. There's a spoon in the sky

Stuck.Stuck.Stuck. Hatched in an urn. Stuck.Stuck.Stuck. Syphoning shadows through a straw

Think.Think.Think. Letters add up. Think.Think.Think. Ditching dimensions with the circled strings