which runs so deep as to blacken out
the rays of the sun
engulfed in wanting
I trudge through trenches
of mucky thoughts
and muddled wishes
There are no footholds
no rails
only spiraling and sinking
predispositions and plans
tied to one ankle
an anchor heavy with dreams
to struggle less is to allow sleep
to overcome
and when that darkness come
still no rest will be had
only infinite desires
in the black black night
