hued sky

running from rain drops I huddle from the hued sky.
chance untested but fleeced out
and about that time as madness sets in for the win,
I whimp and see the best ease past me.
feeble gesture at
"אז מה"
sits well with me, for now.  but those 89 little grains slipping by ever faster
fever ever faster
Fastest Ever Fever! Unsettled in my balance, and piece without these walls.
I unbind my sphere of movement and take this Thursday off. Lists of tasks take greater weight.
the list, a task with weighter great, Awake at eight
which is fine as a youth
but then nine is the truth
I'll rest my minim rest...