Line Hum

No sleep.
A year in the fingers
ramming together uncontrollably
kaleidoscopic fantasie past and future
indistinguiable with reality
overdose of dream
life ephemeral,
unending
duty
to whom?

many calling
distractedly
monstrus
infinitely alive
skin humming in fractal motion

Yes, the expanse before
same view always
a dial tone

the silence
the expectation
to be delivered

almost now