Opening

Hidden and quiet in this sanctuary
of wasted time. I've been here
with a problem and a theory
for months that haven't yet passed.

Cast adrift and contemplating
an end that's still tipping over
the brink we've put in place.
It's a waterfall
of sand and undiscovered species.

All the carpets (and rugs) have been taken out
and shaken out and are hanging
to air in the sun in the wind
they're flapping desperately pretty.

Staying awake for so long is bad.
Calm, undressed, familiar to us.
Going nowhere but getting a headache
there's a ringing in my ears
and my toes are cold.