in the fever dream I am time-blind
wandering from confusion to disappointment
is this my reality? I beg
either confirmation or denial
yet none has grace to answer! though judgement
they have in every shade and tenor. what
sentence they pass, I remain unaware
despite the dreamscape changing horizons
from ashen-dead skies to that peculiar tint
of blue true to Kentucky indifference
just before the significant heat or cold
of ice or lava daze. even what follows
too often confused with prescience
to honestly describe as dire consequence.

dm pitchford 12/24/23