illuminates the room in blue.
I lay in air-conditioned silence,
having just turned the tv off,
thinking I was about to fall asleep,
but suddenly my mind was turned on.
the sound of the rain picks up,
the petrichor creeps in,
the smell activating time machines
in my heart and head.
a ring, a book, a memory...
the ounces when lifted
are felt when nothing is left.
I try to plan my dreams
this evening.