you could call me an early riser
but really, it's just that i never can find
the spiral down to sleep
the easy way out of the dark
and so i am always here
shadow of light
the darker reality
creeping over me
and i become it
to the point where it isn't me
it isn't me, but it is someone else
isn't it?
how can this be me-
unconscious diviner
of death and black thoughts
swimming around in my brain
jelly and fish food
subknowns and backdoor memory
taking over
ruling the weaker sense
until truth and rightness
have faded like an age-old frescoe
art no more, only scribbled
memories of colour and canvas.