Deep toward the dawn

Deep toward the dawn, I would witness the spongy cell of my visualized territory contract to the shape of the body fragment that had trailed away pulling me like foam sprays. I see the sequence of stations rewriting the sleep program as the body rolls through the possibilities of incompletion. Trickling through the apertures and ajar portals profiled by wrists, elbows, buttocks, and heels, the soupy, tangible dark disappears amidst my refractive erasure as I settle across the sere fabrics of clothing.