Up

Up again
With the multitude of thoughts
Strewn about
Just like the clothes that litter my floor
Soiled and haphazard
Longing to be united
In the hopes of laundered sanity
Tidy and pure
Made fresh from the process of rationalization

Up again
Gazing at screens
Their glow
The massacre of my eyes
Catalyst to my aches and midnight pleasures
As I search the shrinking universe
For like-minded wraiths
Slick and sheen
To ease across the need throbbing
Between my flesh and spirit

Up again
Rummaging through words
Looking for snapshots of the moment
Selecting the ones that tease to expose
My vulnerability
Standardization
Of emotions I make difficult to sound
Upon my tongue
Unless scribbled or typed

Up again
With my aching heads
And a bed that demands
Pillows that cry
Engagement
With the promise of dreams
Flying with haste
Because that is when the good things come
When I am down
Loose
Unbound
And all is
Up…
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