let sleeping dogs lie ( 2 )

I would have taken the ferris wheel
if it wasnt for the wind whispering me to take haste


and go home



So I turned towards the gates
wondering when I would revisit this carnival again


of makeshift laughter
Bedside respites
Apnea driven insight
Fleeting glimpses of an assurance
that perhaps i was day instead of night.

And so , while mahjong tiles wash, and gather
Building blocks of eighteen, nineteen,sometimes to sunder

I wish. Perhaps, i was like that in age and time.

White. Covered, and out of sight.