fabulously wasted.

bliss befell me
and (pre)
occupied
my vacancy —
dwells in doldrums,

beating my hands
against
transparent wonder

beating my eyelashes
against
one another

one way
– or another
around in this incongruency
i’ve learned to overlap
i’ve succomb to reasonjust about
twice this season
it’s sad necessity
and i’m
done for

i wonder.