Haze

Feels like being walked off plank

Forced with knifetip at back

Pressed in just enough to sting

Feel itchy trickle

Tickling step by step towards precipice

Edge of unknown

Dive into oblivion

Into green

Into sea

Counting down days is an art form

A pencil to the paper of time

A sensor burning current events into history

Everything left behind is a relic

An homage to days gone by

Choking

Breathing is easy in binary.

Inhale, Zero.

Exhale, One.

On, off.

Two simple choices which fuse together

Mapping the complex in strings of simplicity

Choking on these easy answers

To unworded questions

Which brew

But are stolen

Sucked out of me by this possessive ether

While I struggle and sit

Wrapped inside the bonds of binary.