Never a We With You
A sleepless soliloquy
there was never a we with you...
i leave unannounced too easily,
shouldn't've been here anyway;
my thoughts betray my actions,
and vice versa: actions; thoughts.
it's vices versus this restlessness,
sober ruminations so dark and cold
like metal on the foggy morning fold,
where darkness meets the rising sun;
or my heart versus this brain,
a dissonant organ, insistent
on only playing devil's notes
while the sands of time quicken;
powerless to the trickle of the hourglass
becoming louder with each waking moment.
the sound of the grains of sand,
falling, like boulders from a cliff
in my slumber, turning dreams
to nightmares, breaking
circadian rhythm;
a tune which has
become so syncopated,
crash-bang-exploding-head-syndrome.
i wake to the moans of me
in the guilt-ridden plea
of the devil's hour, subconsciously;
with a sweat-laden goatee,
asking, "Is there no rest for we
who're tormented by the creed?".
© Jozef Cain 2025.
Keep on stackin’ in the free world.
vice versa --> vices versus is a nice maneuver
as well as sand grains transmogrifying into boulders in dream time
oh, and the photo with water and fetishes - so elemental
Such a cool, understated exploration of the SELF in buh-bye dreamland.
Super dooper spesh 🌪🖤