Measuring days
minimizes the full effect
of passing time,
the long stretches of
solitude,
the brief bursts
of frenzy.
Long hours of investment
wither under the
scrutiny of hierarchies
folded into
identity and ego.
What once lived
within my core
is sloughed off
like dead skin.
Whether free
or merely adrift
lies in what
comes next.
Categories: Poetry