fragments

dead suns exist
in the shadow of light
gliding through space.
traces of actions
ripple
sending waves in all directions.
silence moves slowly
affecting everyone it touches.
i become a ghost of myself
disappearing before my eyes.
duplicates tip toe through the streets
we stay hidden
collect life
caught in snippets.
we meet in the war room
trade secrets
speak at the same time
until a single stream
forms from the many
bouncing off the walls of my head.

elevation

route

i argue
for an hour or two
to wake up
get out of bed
take a shower
eat
leave by a specific mark in time.
i warm the car
travel the same streets
locked in a pattern
battle morning personalities
rushing to nowhere special.
in the office
i make lemonade
a life sized board game
filled with humor and tragedy.
home again
my stomach passes a note to brain
imagination tells me what to eat.
negotiation and reconciliation
lasts a microsecond
then another routine begins.
in the meantime
i play in the silence
i play in my head
think of ways to create
new routines
to fight the boredom of
current routines.