I am indistinguishable from my nightmares 
An impatient group of cells claiming arson, or the familiar  
Hands squeezing at the borders. 

Every inch of nail, discarded lengths of knotted ropes that keep 
The sun from strangling itself. 
A haze covers all light as it travels 
Into this chaotic atmosphere, one granted momentarily 
A mist that is ever heavy and carries us along. 
Our eyes, just spectators lately, we are 
bound to cross and dot 
Our relevant exculpatory statements.  


May 2022