I emerge
From the treachery of misty hours
Dissolved by sunlight

I writhe, both brittle and tired
Unfulfilled
And plagued with awareness

Gradually, I shrug off these hefty burdens
And rush for the cradled panorama
Easing myself into warm forgetfulness
A slow drain of my waking senses

“Converge on daylight! “
My instincts all beckon in unison
Gravitating toward blissful hideaway
Numbness, covets this shell of my being
As ceilings crumble
Faltering, into buckets of jagged shards

I grow as a lone silhouette
The king of all horizons
Upright, but truly all alone

The mists, have chased away my closest adversaries
Leaving only
One half of me to contain