In a sharpened, shapely parking lot, she’s lost
On a route doomed to repeat
A concrete sidewalk lined by gridlocked dots
The subway starts and stops
Clogged and ceaseless is the insomniac machine
Consistently spitting routine
As follows: Consume, spend, and compete
The day-drawn drones grip their caffeine
Who weeping and wounded wait for the weekend
To sleep
By muted midnight, her lids part from gravity
Thoughts untether, truth unties, as her lashes intertwine
She finds she knows exactly where she’s going
But never why
Reduced to an automated beat, her body breathes
She’s released
Watching toppling towers recompose themselves in dream
The sideways eye seeps into a river of spilled yolk
Repopulating a realm of symbolism, unknown and unspoke
Felt but unseen
The sunny side seeps through the wide window screen
In with the light, saunters the dawning breeze
She’s clutched by silken quilts, enfolded in woven warmth
Her lashes betray her by prying apart
Her mind betrays her by forgetting her heart
Her eye’s irises arise and narrow at the horizon’s lies
She wants to return, and tries
She vaguely thinks, behind the walls of sleep
A truth only a shut eye can see
Is closed with its blink
Sereana Lindsey copyright 2014
