Dead lights
glow in the morning fog.
The Sun yet set to wake,
but I
am unable to sleep
in your presence.
Coffee brews,
and the mind struggles
to slip a loop
on what today might bring.
Out there is infinity.
In here,
you are eternity.
I struggle between two
opposing polarities,
each drawing me out
like forged iron.
Will I be too brittle?
Will I break?
My flaws are obvious,
but how deep do they go?
Coffee is ready.
Survey the day
in accordance
with this most holy ritual.
Today I find myself
torn once again
between you
and everything else.
DJR – 2023
