About Nothing But Really Everything

Across the vast horizon it sits naked defenseless to the forces of nature the yin to my yang if that's even a thing petal less and powerless but latches on with a sting as if it weren't my wedding ring three blinks to catch my bearings but none of it I was herring red from the drips deep within sunshine filters my dreams and at once I have my visions intact. In fact was today still yesterday or was I tossed into tomorrow. It doesn't really matter when reality is only chatter from a fake source of news, wait, no wonder I snooze. No alarm set for me, oh I did do one for three so I wouldn't sleep through taking my much needed sleeping pill. Now where was I , naked I guess, with a bottle of red, sweet vision of white, alone in my bed. About to bid all a good night.