I wake up to scars each time whom do i fight each night i wonder what do i see to stumble on the known path what i fear to feel for the nth time pity pleas emerge off plight i wonder... a few pills to a mighty night shall suffice only to find bruises somewhere on thighs i wonder whom does this monstrous dream contain why can’t i just—have the night to lie, merge my voice with owls of divine & die? and if i'm making it to mornings how come they too survive i round in wounds of sheath but sleep denies