reveille

I opened my eyes at two a.m. I had hoped I would've roused to some other sunrise, some other moon. When the day traipsed to a vertiginous pulse, i have staggered to where there is no light nor shade; a suspension of foreboding lyke-wake. The translucency of all i see cloaked the verity of everything that is happening and nothing of what has happened. I am lost in an itinerant state from torpor to kinesis to torpor to kinesis to...

Would it be that I am somewhere else and not merely somewhere -- ?

I know not how to stir the waker from the wakener.

Mood:Scotch mist.
Music:Elsewhere - Sarah Mclachlan