On Human Responsibility In a Chaotic World

I hear it, Like the many lights flashing just to keep me going. Contrary to the damp twisted sheets as my anchor to the warm drip. On my invisible brow I have been spat And I am not counting Now, Theres always an echo of an army poised in the dark between finishing and pointlessness Sometimes gumming Orchid petals and clicking wooden heels over and over. For the first time today I remembered there was something outside of me. I heard a resonating moan. Nothing like air nor flesh but many strong puzzle pieces spinnging and catching to simply and suprisingly keep going forward.