It falls together
and apart with
each sunrise.
In the morning the
world tastes like
last nights used
up lines, reservations
made so long ago;
not a soul can seem to
remember.
Yet a ton
is taken off
our spines.
Dream like the
drum is at your
door and your heart
begins to match its beat.
Dream like every step you
take is one beat closer to
a million.
One million heart-beats
per human life
granted, not more.
Measure life, measure dreams,
measure nights of unslept sleep.
Undone sheets, books
strewn across the floor.
Evidence of yesterday's
enforcement of rule.
They pile and collect;
consume our consciousness.
Embody and contain
truths we have come to
abhor.
