I awaken to a bloated sun,

Crimson red,

A giant’s plaything,

Bloodying a pale yellow sky.

Chocolate coffee, oatmeal that blends

into my table, china bowl and all.

The panes of my window are fogged a misty grey,

like the cool shadows of my wall.

While the grass gleams emerald,

Wet from last nights rain.

In the distance soft blue trees

Stain the edges of an idling afternoon.

And I, undress, dissecting

Every impulse of the heart.

Desperately seeking words

To fit brutal black lines.

Shrill prayers try, tear down the fence

That opens to a simpler world.

Where all is tranquil.

A fading nothingness.

Stone white. Bone white.

Empty. Blank.