Stain-free [insert article of clothing].
Minutes stockpiled and evaporated.
All hours of the night and then some.
Remember the bass and ringing ears?
Involuntary and inadvertent loathing.
Laziness to the point of banal lethargy.
An emptiness unknown yet familiar.
Shadows with no course or recourse.
Ambition heavier than determination.
Cosmic similarities embodied in hunger.
The stars were crisper
and more tangible then
as if but simple waypoints
along the road to beyond,
but I’ve navigated now
and found it’s not that far,
just at hand, in fact,
two small-yet-anxious hands.