impervious gown
said the box on the counter
sterile on the shelf
patiently waiting
as good patients always do
where is the doctor?
quite bruised and bloodied
he lay still on the gurney
a sudden ending
life’s not forever
though many pretend it is
death will always come
dazed and so confused
scrambling to meet the deadline
far too little sleep
push yourself harder
the world might end if you don’t
as if that were true
ever longer days
I can barely even think
is today sunday?
the madness creeps in
never knowing when to stop
how much is enough
I’ve left the planet
I orbit some other mass
far out of your range
there are deep caverns
they […]
