jellyfish

sometimes my memory
is too antiseptic

i'm too pathetic
for my own dreams

when i wake
i'm in a suspended state
of belief

there's no relief
when i open my eyes

just the white of
the ceiling

and the underlying feeling
of grief

i strain back to
a forgiving time

when all the rhymes
were plentiful

i woke to
the surprisingly calm sound
of snoring

there was no boring
in my open gaze

just the hazy
blue of the morning

and the overwhelming warning
of bliss

but i digress

(yes)