Some days a day passes
if you’re lucky
and it takes on an air
of familiarity
which is to say nothing
feels in its own place
the time is out
of joint and bones
rattle in their cages
singing if not for
notes reflexively
revolving around the room
becomes the window
outside of the moon
how many have there been
while you’re still in a chair
connected to a wire
vibrating the world outside
some days and not
too soon you can’t
count if you’re lucky
you’re still alive
and not waiting for the time
when you remember
the days starting over again
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Joshua Keiter 