if i don't sleep because the night away from daydreams is too long a goodbye, then the future, my future, will never gather enough strength to be formidable in the light. so sleep, love. sleep. let your mind play angles and build bridges. let it rest. only from there does it fly, up up and away. in the direction of theta, infected with real and true that i could never ever have caught from you. you and your low-hung head flung my orbit whack with your weigh in like so. much. heavy rain, soggy and unsettled on your fragile hulking shoulders. that can’t be good for me. i know it wasn’t good for me. the future undreamt, smothered by thick hands of every shadowed mask you wore, now held up to the light of an incandescent.