buried in sand

the night is tonight

the day is today

and the morning

is mourning for

the yesterday that

never comes back

no matter what you do

and mostly

don’t

*

i’ll sleep

when i’m dead

but i rarely feel awake

when living

and most of the time

there’s something

dying in me

like a gene

or a cell

or i

which is a bit

of both

dead and desecrated

and sleeping now

for it is late

and i need to

rejuvenate my cells

or at least

my eyes

tired

sleepy

remembering

a person who will

never see them

again