you wouldn’t be led there by your own tastes

i awoke to shed water, then back again to bed with my fuzzy relief
drooping from my sleepy mug. I coughed into a jar of night bees-
laying siege to my most pedestrian pillow.
my beleaguered strides catheter the stream of my unconsciousness 
to a far shore where my pets never die and I have you -
to talk too, or glory bang the void with our impetuous existence.
as the gift that keeps on giving us a hard time-
oozes from the lemniscate of Our rim. As poetry malingers unabated-
like a sovereign cadaver in a hall of-
shy mirrors…

I awoke Out of Bounds. 
like a native of Null Space.
looked up from a womb of empirical alarm
to fetch the farthest things my Grasp
could ever Believe.
I tunnel where the Morning is spent on the Midnight Dreary
and emerge, incapsulate of no Fate 
but my Own.