At times
the world seems a stranger
A feeling
wails up and the days are longer.

The sky,
as I watch shrinks, to lonely taper
Squeezed,
to a wadded ball of paper.

I begin to mantle
the insidious indifference
Of my life
in the shadows of a postured sentence.

Letter by letter
I frantically scan, soul a vain repentance
Looking for you
Crying for the touch of your presence.