Dawn breaks bright

and white, earlier than

the normal hour,

shoving forward molecules

in disarray, electrons

buzz through nerves

my face feels slapped,

thoughts misfire

stutter,

sleep retreats, my body propelled ahead

an hour but the bones

object and stall,

travelling

forward

heavy, a cannon ball

destined to fall

landing with a solid whump.

I am flesh, not fit

to speed through time,

a pitchfork at my back, my cells

deconstructed,

reconstructed, a timesheet noting

I slack.

I close my eyes and try,

and try

to go

back.