one eye shut

The sunlight creaking through the blinds
Cuts you up into long rectangles,
Illuminating your closed eyes.
If only I could be in such a deep slumber.

Somehow, I view this world just as clearly
With one eye shut,
Like my finger is poised on the trigger,
Scouting out my next target in a field full of ghosts.

In this zen state,
I can feel the infinity of the universe,
Every fiber of the gray cotton sheets
Electrifying my skin.

When you wake up,
Our eyes are level
But it feels as if I’m looking through
A window.

This is new age.
I can hear the soft jazz static
Swaying lazily in my ears.

Normally I would regret this
Within approximately the next
48 hours.

Something must be in the water.
Instead,
I feel reborn.

Somewhere in the night
I must have shed my old skin
Mapped with regrets of your brother,
The other.

Now I view the simplicity of spontaneity,
Rather than focus on the premeditated act.
Instead of my words applying to everyone else,

They now seek me out.
They make me the proof.

Cautious optimism
Is a euphemism that I used to live by.