Caught in the twilight zone again, mistyopaque, grey, the area between happy
and sad, at the threshold of depression
watching coils of despair writhing about
No excitement today, no accomplishment
no golden hues, no challenges that inspire
no important conversations, my tempera-
ment thrives on explosions of feeling
When life flows evenly, when I make the
perfect list, I feel listless, a world of lists
is exceptionally meaningless, partaking
in successful bureaucracy
Has a negative effect on me, surely my
lawlessness will cause problems tomor-
row, peaceful inner harmony would
bore me to death, I think…
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