BEHIND THE CURVE of waking, the cascade

that rolls up, rolls up for alertness, they

remain, unreachable and reaching out

to pull you back. The future’s bleak,

arranged. Clammed in sleep’s bathysphere, you seek

conciliation amid disarray.

Reorder pronouns - give yourself away.

Say scoriae; say sorry, wantonly,

exhilaratingly. Exhale. Retreat.