Have you fallen below the Earth, To the surfaces that Wake. No force strong as the Trenchant reticence by which I’ve Eluded this swamp. How do we rise to meet the Sun, Within this eternal Nocturn. -K
-4 a.m. I awoke with the taste of stale grapes Still lingering on my breath Flashbacks from the night before- Ringing in my ears I am plagued with nightmares- Strong enough to make me weep Because of such confusion Impossible to discern The imaginary From the Reality