Midnight approaches

Only so many minutes till midnight

And then six hours until death dawns

In the parchment sunlight that gods

Use to file their taxes

Only so many beliefs left to wander 

Before wandering turns to wakening panic

The kind that turns like time never passing

Squeezing into the abyssal density 

Between here and some allotted rest 

At twelve I know the time is wrong

I forgot to feel my clock before reading it

And now all I have is the last bite 

Less than half 

Emptied into tomorrow

My favorites of childhood

I lost them

In a daily cafe

Like an account I had deleted

To loosen up the workload

For a distant idea of a server

Idly spurred inside my mind

No more excitement

But we all know there wasn't

Any sort of cause in the first

Only the brightest wallpaper

Fondly remembered

For covering walls 

Otherwise bare

When eyes

Were too young to see depth

In a whitewash

Small waits

The house squeaks 

And panels rustle

With sounds

Of little feet

So little as is 

Infinitely discreet

Clicks the shutters

Unfettered from

Severs somewhere

In the house's deep

Stillness now

All the wires 

Chewed through

By a clever kind of boredom

Desert

The very air

Walking 

In a desert 

That looks like 

The backs of hands

Cracked and dry

From so many

Cold nights

Salt licks the sky

Even blue erodes