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.