An Incorrigible Night
Having unconsciously soldiered
through an incorrigible night,
I was jarred awake by birds
indulging in a range of dirge-like
melodies. That morning had been
engineered with ease; the sun’s
dimmed-halogen glow had merged
seamlessly with the misty foliage
of surrounding woodlands. I drifted
through the day lethargically—
I passed through doors with rusted
hinges. The wars I waged against
my urge to sleep were savage
and drudged on and on until
the rigidity of night arrived once again.