We Count Down

It is a blur
Of broken sleep
Just out of grasp dreams

It’s been bad this week
The restlessness and unease

Discussing the universe
Answering questions posed by a six year old
The idea of infinity
A declaration:
“I don’t believe in heaven or hell.”
I don’t remember what I believed
When I was six
Racing leaf boats in the creek
Playing in the vastness of the country

It is a blur
Of broken sleep
This week

I’m tired
Of thinking about the future
Can’t get a hold over the now
As it ticks
Arbitrarily passing we count down
We count down

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