Backwash

The dreams stopped

I just lay,

incapacitated

languishing

predictable.

Venerated as my most precious,

the dreams obliviated;

rendering me reversed

almost precocious.

Do I need to do everything again?

Reset?

Re-dream?

Re evaluate?

Relent?

The wall meets fist

The wall meets head

The wall meets foot

The wall meets screams.

It's the valley

the backslide

the backwash

the downslide

the upside down

for a while.

And while I feel so

everything will feel so.

Because what I am

the world is.

How I am,

the world is.

Today is not gratitude day.

It is just a monstrous Saturday.