grey skies, pt. 2

as days melt into the blur of time

i wake to darkness

and sleep away the light

fractions of seconds meld together

to paint the mess

i've learned to call life

all of which

makes the effort to make sense

somewhat maniacal

i recall vivid moments

when the static stopped

and clarity was taken for granted

definitive start and stop points

staked their claim on my psyche

the grey skies parted like a shutter

and the stain stamped the negative

then without warning or pause

the clouds conceded to chaos

eventual accumulation spawns surmise

i often ponder purpose

from genesis to finish

is this mire of my own doing

or am i part of the equation of we

in the distance, the ether flows

beckoning me to bathe

do i dive and dissolve

or flee for the faint hope of focus