The torpor of renew

Day closes in on another

Night, the pressing dramas

Fade into the lengthening

Shadows, the terror rises

To the skies and fless.

Rest creeps up on a slick shorn

Day, its thickening bile

Clotted in my through, its

Languid longing a dim lit haze

Filtering through my bones.

One upon another we build a

Life, and detonate and rebuild

Again and again, torpor and

Renew, vigour and decay

And languid terror anew.