Indictely, ere sleeping. Ball
of tangled wires and branches
stuck in there too. And forty five
of of the past forty eight hours
is a life mostly, even if punctuated
by nightly attempts and fitful bouts
of sleeping.
And needs me, who is drunk. And
does need what system administers
have called ability. Hay-pennance;
footsteps clod, over clod, over clod.
Worriment over your absence, that
was there (I had seen it once) but
nows gone.
