Itinerary

Get me deep to where the sun burns my eyes
and revision is futile. Distance has overrun
me at 4 a.m., these barriers store roadblocks
to anything healthy. This is where no comment
is key to a bleak hum and constant uncertainty
treads pervasive now everywhere.

So unresponsive these fine paces to jump through
leave me confused and stumbling in shallow dark.
Don't touch, don't feel, don't speak, don't hear
and for God's sake don't comfort now that the
damage is done. This is where I always break
but where do I go from here.