mood: strungmusic: 'the build-up' by kings of convenience

a canopy for summer sun.

it's that time of year again.
a time for time, for drafting time.
a week, a day, a month for nothing in particular
except by which to drag your feet
along the grey concrete, scraping like
paws along the autumn soil.

because it's me i see looking up from my desk, 2am,
rich rings like dark chocolate across my face, 3am,
clawing at the sands of sleep, 4am,
growing less articulate by the moment of the 5am sun.
under slip after slap of the bursting orange lights
of the glorious miniature blue world outside, i saw our generation
but not with ginsberg greatness (or lack thereof).

i saw it from my desk, 2am,
underwater and chained to the teeth like a beast
after me and my sanity.
and i thanked someone for the chains, but who was it?

---Goei---