The sun rises slowly
deliberately
to illuminate a dark sarcophagus
of fractured dreams
disconnected
seemingly random
indistinct moments vying
to make sense of the night
to make sense of the life
now stirring
reluctantly
desperately grasping somnolence
Eyes open to a dim corner
three lines connecting
structured
a containment for lost dreams
the warmth of slumber
a soft embrace
fleeing
as reality materializes
into conscious starkness
brilliance
and hard lines
accentuated by a screaming clock