the door is open

my eyes are getting heavy again
and my jaw is still clenching away
midday naps are always welcome
but never seem to actually arrive



lately i've been holding hands with consequence
hugging through a phone line
serendipitous it seems
something of dreams
but while awake
eyes open
stories telling stories
something i've heard before
something recognizable
something of a relief


a result
an effect
affected by impact
extracting my life pack
let's crack the abstract and put back all we lack
words defining words
you reflecting me
life knocking on life
just hoping
just hope
this time she'll open the door
this time he'll forgive himself
this time they'll know
it's ok


so i lean a little closer to the timber in your voice
riding the whelms of your thoughts
for a moment, unlocking my lock
and letting you in


and there she is
beneath a canopy waiting for sleep
scratching these words
spitting nonsense
not making any sense
slowly going insane
sanely again
but i let you in, anyway
something already planned i suppose
or maybe we're just something to write
some sort of prose
just to say hello in echoes
find in each other a hero
ditto me hollow
bitter you glows
a bit of our hearts exposed
almond eyes slideshows
the photo of this faceless leo



but somewhere in there
sometime when she answered the phone
let him into her unrested head
in turn, he let her sit in his dissented mind
they found they were of the same kind
something so very familiar


another ephemeral creature
a mirror


a consequence



letting go of my defense
my eyelids are heavy again
exhaust just beneath this skin
but sleep is no where to live freely, so up up i'll stay
scratching words midday