Backing Up To Go Forward

One more sunset missed, one more sunrise lost. The rim of a glass glints less in an undressed light. Living between the days losing yourself in nights dark corridors, you begin to fade, to fray at the edge of thought. Sooner or later the surface of the world gets further away from you. Then by chance or force, you find that old rickety stepladder, the one with small blessing on each rung. Mind sparks, a motor ticks over, it begins to plow through the tall grass you got lost in.