Edge of Awake
There's a funny kind of acceleration
at times, one's life.
Days slip by...
edge of awake dreamscape.
Coffee maker's last watery gasp, gurgle.
Interstate's re-tarred cracks, telephone poles, lines,
rearview mirror, fading sunlight.
There's a not so funny kind of acceleration
one's life, most times.
by and (c)Steele Wotkyns 2018