Tunnels of vast eclipsing doom
where the sun rose from the noon
had not been years since the dog crooned.
I ate soup there as I sat upon a stone wall to read
a hammering show room had nothing but tools.
However, it did suffice the fish held spice
so I fished all day till midnight.
I got up and left the cupboards empty
in belief you would rotate the bumptious
and release the sadness
if you only relied on habitual perceptions.