Perpetual

[morgrar]

dreaming, i'm dreaming
ha, it's just a sequence
my imaginary listing
a calendar of events

the crease in these cushions
make them comfortable
the wrinkles in my skin
are from the rain

the floor is empty
but filled with emptiness
the door is open
but nothing is inside

an open wound
it will heal
just give it time
and throw away the cyanide

a binder of notes
stretched and torn
from their insides
leave me wondering

what's to come next?