The convincing imposter became the object.
Their decisions omit exceptions
on a preference for goals
dismissing emotions like childhood
to embrace the ever adult.
The manicured hand reads itself instead of lying
fallow of dread to start ready when
requested to hover with disinterest.
Always 4 days away
calling them to come uncaptured
when the echo of imagination beckons.
The future expands in the darkness between today and tomorrow.
The time for sleeping shuts out dreams of doing into a void of being.
Questions dwindle with the light until regret for the morning arrives.
