I’m tired
in every sense of the word
thunder moans
low and tortured
a collective rumbling
of an entire worlds discontent
we’re tired
even tho
we’re always sleeping
and in this dream
there is no end
and the story meanders slow
and we all silently sigh
knowing that nothing
is worth knowing
and no reason for anything
other than just being
shimmering ,wallowing
rolling and breathing
illusion