Up so late all the time these days...

Ive been working at the opposite of meditation for 5 days now

hoping to slip in to a field or stream of consciousness

delivered simply by the mercy of the universe and strictly on merit of persistence

I don’t think I’ve ever yawned so many times alone

Now, this is not a cry, no

now this is something bad

now this is something not worth speaking of, no

now this is something worse

now this is building steam, no

now it is time to move or more likely wish you had moved

now my tiredness has a vigor of its own, a tenure for as long as it sees fit to stay, no

now I wish I had gone, or wish I was going

now I am gone nope nope nope, no

now impossibility meets at the point of function and leisure

and its infuriating

brilliant light, and probability swoons at its

feet, red and full