alone I cross these fields of dross

reminding mind of years now dead

I kick up whorls of storms that swarm

and cloud around this gloom-doomed head

so hard to leave this bed at dawn

as magnets bind me to its sheet

and hold me cold in womb-tomb dark

from light too bright and fright of heat

such hideous piteous pitfall maze

when rapture snapped into malaise

by nightfall crestfallen again

that pratfall traps have slapped my days

somehow alive arrived at means

to wake the dreams from broken sleep

gone past descent and towards ascent

a nascent way that seems so steep

happenstance events dismay us

give up now and take up slack

control and chaos always sway us

you are gone but I'll be back