feathers

eyes drawn to slits
can barely see moving here and there
feeling out of control of thoughts
today moved so fast
barely time to think
about what creates happiness
that which no one wants to do
can only lead the horse to water
drinking is another problem
altogether on the count of three
break the walls and sound the alarm
not waking from a sound sleep
a tired mind and body
one third of life spent in this way
down to the bottom of another cup
filled out the form
someone not him
turning into a vacant parking lot
people not here or there or anywhere
hand over foot far off in the distance
between two random spots
an object containing incomplete thoughts
mind over and under the bridge
the gap between two branches of the family tree
fallen and been rerouted to a narrow path
worn by the souls
torn into pieces scattered all in different places
the brown—orange sky is falling
rise in the east with the sun through eyes…