Ache

Spindle dreams stir my brain reeling
the maroon specks of daybreak commenced
alone in the tectonics of June heat, I ache
another spasm of life to unravel indolent hours

swarmed in the silence of time throbbing inward
another cycle birthed, another thought form numbing
I churn and writhe in the monotony of routine
sweltered hives, bleak wars waged upon the mind.

Indigo martyrs of Noon-time devour
ignorance once blissful in the void of delusion
memories rend flesh from the unknown of tomorrow 
another night dawns, another prayer lipped in fear.