plein [G]
(i)

i feel as though
there is a fading
the lowlit rooms
recede blacker

there’s an energy
that can no longer
be bothered

and the world’s
bright sunlight
is slightly less

you know these days
you wake up
you just know
it’s going to be
slob day

i think
that’s my eyes
every day
now





this archive is hosted by arts & ego
© 1978–2022 dylan harris