Visionary Being

It's late as I write this

I'm lying half asleep

Sat on top of my warm bed

Wandering through my room

And looking past the glass 

That hugs my window frame

The border around my foggy pane a flat white

It reminds me of myself as I stare into the imperfections of a visionary being

I got home an hour before

I never leave the house

Not since the door was sealed shut 

After May two years ago

I keep track of those times

The fence gate between my eyes

Now surrounded by the fog of my mind

Notice the minutes that pass around

Lay on my bed with me

I am a visionary being

I travel across timeless strands

I am aware of myself

I am fixed on myself

When we used to meet

Where we used to meet

It was so uncomfortable

It appears to be midnight

I think I will drift off now