do all stories start with an answer
a remedy to the tremors that fill my nights
 and bleed into daze (days)
feel the circuits commemorate
until the implosion rides on, imminent and tactful
and the fearful seems to fade
backlash from the freight
I melt into nightfall
resurrecting and sifting through the sand
dropping collections left and right
I wound up my tethered consciousness and headed to the foyer
standing and uttering beneath my breath
wanting to