Sleep/lack and Summer

Strange days...
I behold them as like
a vapor-
blurred lines intermingling
faintly drifting away
and what I think I hold
is never something solid
but is prone to drip
through my fingers, or
fade away. Hours,
days- time.
I walk common steps at night
just as I've done many times,
but for all my leaping,
I yet never made it very far;
a corner is rounded:
I am cut on its edge
as I distance myself from
haunts and habits of my past;
slowly drifting
as like a vapor...

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Predictable motion
the body a vessel
cast upon undulating waves

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The walls
take on a pattern
just like leopard print
as night descends.
I am cast out
to sea, upon my bed
dipping my limbs
into the turbulent waters
I feel the prick of teeth
cut past my tender skin
and slowly, trees steep
out from yonder blue
which changes from harsh
to be quite demure
and travelling, travelling,
I am kept for hours
without sleep
for I am powerless.