THISISJOHN

I cannot help
with each inspire
of the Night Air
assimilate and unified
the Stars do not leave
these darkened lungs
and winter habits
the persuasion of slumber
and ensuing battles
are not enough
yes, they chelate
to my fibrous being
and stir about

the constellations
converse and I will not
meet my dreams
in the unconscious swill
I am prisoner to my friends
I have long awaited
but will never find
so close
a connection