weeks like years

days like weeks

marked only by nights of full sleep

and empty mornings

sleepwalking naked through my room

and laying face-down on the carpet as respite

i awake with aches and stiffness

into the hazy blackness of 5 a.m.

to conquer another day

while my mind is still a few years back,

stunned into to stupidity

at the passage of time

rhythms rise and fall, trancelike

lulling me past hours and minutes and seconds

and i "live"

following some invisible piper

leading me on

and on

and on