Vers - seven hours

seven hours

an incredible challenge to be undermined

to the time gone for this feeling throughout

continuous enough but still in wait to waken

latent late at night rolling off the head and

oozing out from bed instead of

stifling the flow to regenerate relief as

rich rains sap a sapling to re-leaf come spring

a dehydrated headache drains the ticking dreamless

and the darkness wears a well-cut frown

and consciousness screams echo yawns of glee

and lonely lonely quake the beaten tracks

and a train or plane or something turbulent rushes

and clasps unclasp fade away fade away fade to

and troubles faces ashes ashen cracks and dust that settled

and again and again exhausts and passes, it passes...

seven hours unhinge in claimless victory over me

happening, always-never-happening featureless all-event.