the dim light peeks through
the cracks of your closed eyelids
your weak veins and dry bones
have crumbled under the weight
of your heavy head--bursting
full of this lackadaisical exuberance
disconnected from your molded body
ignore the blurry cobwebs
cynically scenically above
are these black skies
what you've turned your back on
lie down and give up
rest your heavy head
thought hidden between
a head and the horizon
alone in the grey area
savouring the afterglow
