deterioration is

the bask of good sleep

every three years

yielded to a

tyranny of energy

with no space

outlet

person

purpose

 

we wake rested, thankful for a moment,

nerves finally calmed

 

then, the terror at having good energy without a container to put it in

 

        before                             ATP                                    e  v   a    p     o      r       a        t         e           s

 

as the last canna lily finally blooms

beyond rickety storm door window

while we collapse