Poem #2,761 | A re-filling of such tiredness

A re-filling of such tiredness
as if I had consumed far too
much again & slept badly –
I
put up with too-rich dreams
about sex & damage –
those
ugly grockles in my sleep –
A
re-set with daylight’s itch & I
work out
[I attempt to] what
it meant each time –
not that
I ever know for sure –
Quality
has fled this empty house of
mine
[transcendence is now
a mis-remember of reveries]
& my poems show value falls
away from piles of thoughts