622 A Million Years

A hundred million years I started this whole thing staring out into a canyon A void Past reflections and crossbeams Over foggy street lit by orange streetlights Into an expanse far too vast, presently Then To even consider Repercussions Reflected and refracted Like goblin drums fitting Pretty fucking Little did I know Sat on a firm white chair with a hard back My eyes welled Prescient Then I saw paths open I saw one path open I saw a road Wipe opaque and straight To the highway then to the airport How could I have known I knew Now I'm cross legged on a hotel bed Glass chattering gunpowder in the humid air Reflecting on one rotation A void filled? And ocean flooded Uncountable 31,556,952 Each composed of content or longing Not a single wasted Surroundings surprisingly fade Green wood An L couch Foergin countries seen through phone screens A wall a/c and a beige carpet A white room At last Tonight I'll set an alarm for 8:43 At which point I'll wake up and take four pills and go back to sleep Many many many not enough mornings followed a pattern More benign of medication and falling back But Pillow Talk will wake me up You said you don't want that to be us I got that flawed interpretation It was more than I could ever write Walk four blocks and back then two blocks and back Reserved table is a start Presently Pleasant chimes disguise themselves in Sounds for commercials As I fail to put into words What I Right now And forever Prioritize