Somn 6

Strutted past partway
A tug on the shoulder
What should’ve been sly fell to the floor
Stricken halfway down
Shrugged the remainder
Cutting the crash
Sighed to the lights and out

Slowly shapes, estranged passersby
Show revolt with grievance in mind

A moment in time, and swept up in flight
Breathed in the smoke, and feeling exhaust

Scolded at midday, shook by the shoulder
Balanced in spite of the attempts
Passed out maybe once
Then to the doorway
A gentle push, then harder along

The binding of woes, some alchemical ichor
Down it all, then just wait

There’s a light by the window
It’s old and it’s dull like the night
We’re here for a moment
Wipe off the proof of our lives