seder for the cicadas.
its the summer time
and I am still wasting away
the sound of the cicadas
deafen into a death drone
its incredible how sleep
becomes your enemy
when nightmares
haunt your existence
and it isn’t all bad
eventually you do wake up
into the mourning
out of sobriety
into the front lines
its fight or flight
and the darkest night
it’s only a few more
rotations
I laugh to myself
in the same [...]